Remus Lupin | Nebula
Watching other people dance was more of his cup of tea, as it were, than actually doing any of the dancing himself. He especially loved to watch Sirius doing the dancing because, well, his boyfriend was beautiful and moved with such ease and flow that it was impossible not to watch him. Most of this, the reason why Remus was putting so much attention to detail, was because he wanted this to be fun for Sirius and for it to go off with a success. Of course he wanted to have a good time, too, and everyone else. But Sirius. Always Sirius.
When he heard his name called, Remus immediately pivoted around to find himself face to face with Nebula. It brought a smile to his lips; he really liked her. Remus wasn't sure he'd ever completely shake the guilt he felt over what happened during the full moon no matter how much she assured him that was unnecessary, but he was able to see her and speak with her without feeling like he needed to throw himself off a cliff, so that was something.
"Thank you, Miss Nebula," he said, and glanced around. Those in attendance seemed to be having fun, so all was going according to plan at this point. "I was told by my co-host that I should dance with him. But I am rather terrible at it. I'm a bit lanky, you see." He kind of wriggled his arms. "I don't have much natural rhythm. Are you planning to? Have you danced at a Terran party before?"