The noise level grew from the quiet to a roar of noise almost immediately, not lessening even as students left dinner for their common rooms or to have a few hours of study in the library.  Draco didn’t think much of it.  The last dance he’d gone to had been one of his parents’ Balls, some nonsense thing to show support to Dark Lord.  He could dance but it wasn’t his favorite.  Like silence, dancing held too many unspoken messages.