Well, he tried to go the whole evening without occluding but it was already becoming difficult feeling  everything. Every confused, messed up, fucked up thought he was feeling in this moment as he greeted the girl he had loathed and bullied most of his life. "Granger.. You.. wore silver, we match." He managed to get the words out smoothly, no hint of his inner turmoil in sight for he was about to say something ridiculous like, "you look lovely’. He already felt calmer though, thoughts about Granger’s dress sorted into a chest of its own, stacked neatly behind a few brick walls in his mind. 