Laurent Borgin was not one to usually worry about his clothing. There was more often than not eleven-million things on his mind at any given point. He certainly never cared when it was one of his parents functions, as they were so meticulously planned Laurent often felt he didn't truly even need to think during them, never mind worry about his clothing. But for the Yule Ball, Laurent had worried. He had worried so much he had changed his robes not once, not twice, but seven different times until he returned to the one he had started with. His dorm was a mess.
"Oh thank Merlin I'm not the last one," Laurent said with a smile once he realized who had approached him. "I thought I was going to walk into the hall only to find the entirety of two schools waiting for me to get my arse in gear only for me to have my trousers unzipped or something." He looked down to the stone below him before looking back up with a sheepish grin on his face. "I changed my suit seven times, Nancy. That's how nervous I am."
He shook his head. "I'm a mess over here and you're over here wearing the northern lights. You look stunning, Miss Cattermole, though how you're balancing in those shoes, I've not a clue."
On the subject of partners for the dance, Laurent could not have stopped the grin that lit up his face if he tried and he nodded, well aware the school likely knew about him and Gideon by now but still pleased beyond all measure to get to mention it. "Yes, Gideon and I are meeting at the ball. I don't think we coordinated suits at all, but well. I'm sure we'll match as well as we always do. What about you? Do you have a date?"
Nancy chuckled as Laurent mirrored her relief of seeing another person making their way to the dance at the same time. "It's a relief." she agreed, "we can be united in bad time keeping." The last thing that Nancy wanted was to be walking in completely alone - and having to move around the ballroom looking for her date. "Seven times.." Nancy exclaimed amused at his admission, finding Laurent's nerves endearing. "Laurent, seven must be your lucky number because you look very handsome."
At the mention of the northern lights. Nancy grinned. What a compliment, the young woman had always been transfixed by space, astrology, and the wonders of how the universe came to be. "The Northern Lights-" Nancy gushed, "thank you, Laurent but yes. I might have to chase you up later tonight for the lend of your shoes. "
Nancy witness how Laurent's eyes glimmered when discussing his date, Gideon Prewett. "Amazing, I'm sure you and Gideon will have a great evening, although I might have to steal you from him for a dance." She mused, before faltering slightly at the prospect of her own date. "Yes..sort of. When the ball was announced, I answered one of the blind date requests from Ilvermony. I'm meeting with an American called Victor, but now I sort of wish I had of just gone with friends." More than likely it was just a case of the jitters.
