Hippogriff drawn carriages and racing jabberwocky? Now it was Benedict's turn to chuckle as he pictured it. "Our carriage shall be the finest in the land." he said to her, playfully but sincerely. He would never likely be able to afford all the trappings of wealth that everyone craved, but a fine carriage didnt need to be plated in gold and led by thoroughbreds. "I will fill it with your favourite books so the trips across the country are filled with stories."

He pulled her in close and his forehead touched hers for a few steps so their eyes could meet and they could kiss without lips. The music ended and he stood with her in his arms for a few more seconds before all the couples in the room began to separate and chatter replaced the lull in music. He allowed his hand to linger on her skin a little as they parted and it ran down her arm to the end of her fingers.

"Thank you Miss Potts, you dance most beautifully, I hope this can only be the first of many dances we share." he gave a small and very polite bow to the beautiful ravenclaw. Ben's eyes stayed on her, a little disappointed for the dance to end, but of course it had to unless they wanted more accusations of inappropriate closeness. He knew a few other girls might dance with him tonight but none would compare to Millie, his Millie.