Ernie and Seamus
The party was in full swing with beach-inspired music reverberating around the room. Ernie had put his healer-ness away for the day, intent on having fun without having to remind anyone about the ills of overindulgence or apparating safetly without splinching one-self. Instead, he had taken partial ownership over the dance floor and took seriously his duty of making sure everyone danced at least once with him.
Now, it was Seamus' turn, and the fact that his friend may have been a bit tipsy would only make Ernie's job easier.
"Come on, mate," he said, grabbing for Seamus' hands. "You can't let me dance alone. Listen to this good music - you can't resist it!"