He picked up the tart that Draco had put aside for Hermione and walked over to where she and Luna stood with the vampire, Ron stood spitting fire behind him, left alone mid rant. Theo didn’t even feel bad for him. He looked to where Luna was swaying unconsciously to the music, the diamonds on her dress sparkled brightly under the fairy lights. Her long blonde hair, half up in the back, flowed down her spine in fluid waves, the curls having fallen out from all their dancing earlier.