William had one purpose and one purpose only at tonight's ball: avoid Diana. Having noticed her immediately upon arrival, he has thus far found every excuse to remain farfrom her. It was an impossible task - one he was slowly reconsidering with every glass of champagne. Though, for now, he was still resolved to keep his distance.

The easy conversation with Ms. Zabini was a welcome distraction. "Ah, the Harpies." He shook his head with a laugh. "I, too, might have supported them were it not for obvious reasons." He wasn't a woman, and as such could never play on that team. Not to say he didn't admire those who did play on Holyhead, as those women were fierce and undeniably attractive. Will always looked forward to playing them, if only for the victor's party afterwards.