He danced with Alicent Cromwell – who it turned out was now playing quidditch for her departmental ministry team – which was nice, and then some old lady Harry vaguely recognized corned him for a dance. Harry thought she might be on the Hogwarts Board of Governors. Or maybe something about fundraising for Saint Mungos? Tom would know, but Tom had abandoned him. Harry glared over the lady’s shoulder at Tom’s back, but Tom didn’t notice, too absorbed in conversation with a group of young men. That Tom didn’t even notice Harry’s irritation only upset him further. His shoulders were starting to ache with how long he’d been holding them tight.