Morgan lost track of time listening to Basil ramble on about transfiguration, so he was slightly surprised when his friend eventually changed the subject. A quick glance around the ballroom was enough for him to catch up; they'd been frightfully bad sports as far as partygoers went, hadn't they? And Basil's mother probably would be irate about it, given the nature of the event. Annie was the perfect sacrificial lamb for this particular purpose, he internally agreed. Neither Annie nor Basil could ever kid themselves into thinking anything serious would develop from that (Nee and Basil had been close enough for long enough that the Morgan siblings were practically Basil's siblings as well), but there could be no denying that she was a woman, and therefore Basil would be doing his duty as the man of the hour to dance with her.
"She's around here somewhere," he agreed with a nod. "I'll find her and send her your way — or if she happens to have the next dance taken already, I'll send you someone just as good," he offered, thinking of a few of his steady dance partners he could easily fob off onto his friend. None of them expected much from him, so it stood to reason they wouldn't let their hearts run away with them after one dance with the professor.
"She's around here somewhere," he agreed with a nod. "I'll find her and send her your way — or if she happens to have the next dance taken already, I'll send you someone just as good," he offered, thinking of a few of his steady dance partners he could easily fob off onto his friend. None of them expected much from him, so it stood to reason they wouldn't let their hearts run away with them after one dance with the professor.
