"Smart girl," he said, grinning. Oh girls were so easy, though Wren seemed...different from the rest. Smarter maybe. She was definitely one of the prettiest. Though maybe not as pretty as Cedric. Not that boys were pretty, or anything. Boys were hot. And Cedric was definitely that.
"Have you ever tried dancing? My dad made sure I learned, so if I ever went to a ball I wouldn't embarrass myself." He'd heard enough stories about the Yule Ball Uncle Harry and his Dad had gone to, to not want that to happen to him.
He grinned at the question and shrugged. "A little of both maybe?" At her suggestion he beamed and glanced over to make sure his sister wasn't watching. "Sure, we'll have to limit to this floor though. At least today." And, if his memory was correct, the portraits on this floor went to visit the Fat Lady for tea at this time.
He closed the book and stood, holding out a hand. "Come on, we'll have to be quiet."