Fred and Pax
Paxton had not glammed up as some of the other students, looking more like <a=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/60/49/b9/6049b9685adf95e547d801798f975067.jpg>a particularly fashionable street urchin</a>. He tended to get by in suits, so for the dance, he had wanted to go in a different direction. He had thought to bring Fred a corsage in her colors - black and red - and he had picked her up with a dormitory. Paxton knew how to play the perfect gentleman.
He noticed her look and grinned. "Don't worry," he said quickly, "you look perfect. Simple. Stunning." He winked. "And it catches the light." He extended an arm towards her. "I would offer you a dance, m'lady," he said, butchering an English accent with glee, "but perhaps you would like a drink first?"