There were far worse people to be paired up with than Paxton Fudge, she thought merrily, seeking her new partner out in the crowd. They'd worked together the past year on the Quidditch team and she knew him well enough that the only thing awkward about dance with him was their height difference. That idea alone was enough to make her chuckle as she took the third year's offered hand. "I think if I can manage a buldger hit" - disregarding that there weren't any beaters this year, a fact she was still struggling to adjust to - "I think I can manage you stepping on my feet." At this, her chuckle turned into full blown laughter, something she was sure Benwick wouldn't be pleased about, not that that bothered her. "Besides, who knows, I might step on yours first!"