Re: Harrison & Etta
Harrison had been keeping an eye out on the dance floor wondering if he should try his luck. He was a Quidditch star, wasn't he? Picking up his beer he felt a hand pressing against his chest and a voice saying it was nice to see him. "Etta?" She looked different from the reserve chaser that flew into death drops during their Quidditch practices at school.
"Thanks." He smiled wide. "That dress looks great on you." He set his beer back on the bar. "Can I buy you a drink? Maybe catch up a bit." The confidence looked good on her and he wanted to know just how much she'd changed since school.