Basil didn’t know why he’d said that. He knew he should feel awkward about it, and likely some part deep down inside of him buried under the invincible feeling of alcohol probably did. Still, the Ravenclaw couldn’t bring himself to fully regret telling Nee the truth. That was his best friend, and Basil would likely do almost anything for him. (Maybe not loose Ravenclaw the cup, but short of that?)

Brushing aside the lack of propriety he’d shown, Basil glanced at Nee as the other sat and lined their feet up. He let out a short breath he hadn’t realized he’d sucked in. They were going to pretend that hadn’t just happened; perfect.

Humming a little, Basil dropped his head towards his shoulder and gazed absently at one of the little orbs, pushing back gently on Nee’s foot. “Which girl?” he replied. “If I recall, you turned a few heads,” he grinned. “The brunette with the pretty hair seemed nice. Is that the one you asked to dance?” Thinking back, Basil actually wasn’t sure he even saw Nee dance with a girl. He’d been too preoccupied himself admiring all the unfamiliar butts faces and trying to make less than socially inept conversation with a blonde. She’d seemed impressed by his knowledge of Transfiguration, so there was that!

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