Samir wasn't sure he'd be able to handle dinner without exploding again, but he knew he'd have to try and hold things until he was safe in the privacy of his dorm. Until then, those fidgety butterflies would have to keep on dancing inside his chest - which was likely to keep on happening if Rémy (his date to the ball!, he exclaimed to himself) kept on smiling at him like this.
Still smiling nervously, he followed the French boy to the Great Hall.