Beginning of the ball.
Sally laughed to herself. She knew Harold would wear his hat, so she had gotten one like it, albeit, hers looked better cared for. "What else would we talk about?" Sally took the glass and knocked back half the glass before looking at Harold again.
An eyebrow went up at his compliment. "Um, thanks?" Sally knew he was teasing, but she wasn't used to receiving compliments about her appearance so her reactions were usually off. Compliments about quidditch, she could handle. "So, what took you so long, Dingle-berry?" Sally smirked, deciding that that was her new favorite nickname for Harold.