Daphne sighed at his answer. "I wasn't shrieking."
Weakly, she dropped her feet to the ground to rise out of her seat. The last thing she needed that night was to listen to George Weasley pine after Parvati Patil. It was disgusting.
Side stepping around her stool, Daphne immediately regretted wearing heels that evening. Her balance was less than top notch, and she soon found herself stumbling right into the man she'd been hoping to desert, latching on to him to prevent herself from collapsing.