On the train: The Schoolboy/The Witch
"If I come to the Inn, then I will order," he declared. Even though he suspected that the getting to the Inn was almost impossible to happen really. He couldn't imagine how he would get out of the school, or how he would sneak out without getting caught or noticed. And he didn't want to think about what his father would say if he lost his Head Boy badge, or got expelled, but he also didn't want to think about any of that right this moment. For this night, it felt a little magical to think of himself as someone who could get out of the school and go to an Inn and order an Ale.
He followed her steps, careful, and they seemed more certain as he went through them again. Easier than he'd thought they would be when he'd watched her, like he knew how to move his feet somehow - when he didn't think he ever had before. But this was less intimidating than a waltz for all that it was faster, and she was closer to him, and then they were further back, and he glanced up as she spoke and for a heart-beat he hesitated.
"What type of music?" He asked her. "I have a radio in my compartment. I don't know if we could find something, but I think there would be enough room there." This unthinking about the potential implications as for a night he seemed to have thrown off any particular expectation.