When he got a better look at her, Ben realized he recognized the girl. He wasn't in the habit of taking particular note of each and every debutante, since he had never really been the type to go wife-hunting (despite the way things had ended up). She was more than just an ordinary debutante, though; she was related to someone who sponsored a Quidditch team (the Cannons, he thought, but could have been mistaken) and he'd therefore seen her at a few Quidditch-themed events that he'd been at in the past. Miss... G-something, he was fairly certain. Gallagher? Gallivant? Something like that. Since he'd left the Quidditch industry himself, Ben didn't pay hardly as much attention to the sponsors as he did to the players.

"Spoken like a girl who's never had to take a bludger," he joked mildly. "Unpleasant as that dance might've been, it probably won't do any lasting damage," he pointed out. "A bludger might break your nose; he'll only bruise your foot. That being said, I hope the rest of your partners are a little more graceful," he added with a good-natured chuckle.