Emmett, being ever the optimist that he was, had only seen some of the actual competition, but thought everyone had performed admirably! It was difficult to be put on the spot and perform for such a crowd. He had played quidditch and still had not mastered the skill. He didn't often put himself in similar positions anymore either, so he could reasonably understand the sheepishness in some of the ladies this evening. Truthfully, he thought the whole thing commendable, so Em was out to hopefully cheer some spirits.

The first two dances of the evening had been enjoyable, but as soon as he had set his eyes upon Miss Adebayo, everything else seemed to pale in comparison. It had been a simple waltz, one he hadn't messed up, even in his thoughts caught up in her. He had never had the pleasure of meeting her, nor had he seen her efforts in the competition, but now he could not stop searching for her in the room, after they had parted ways. The conversation and the flow of the dance had been electrifying and Emmett wondered if this was that spark that his parents had always spoken of when they told their love story.

Seeing her in the arms of another man on the dance floor lit a fire in his gut that could not be doused, even as he sucked down a whiskey in his break from the floor. He thought he had caught her glancing his way, (maybe more than once, or was that wishful thinking?) but now as she was devoid of company, Emmett couldn't help himself, he set his glass down and strode toward her. He did indeed smile warmly at her, "Lackluster since our dance, I'm afraid." He was not usually so forward, but why should he skirt around the truth? "Yourself?" He might sink through the floor if she had been enjoying herself without him.