Liliane was not expecting to enjoy herself tonight. She’d been to far too many of them to think it would be something new or charming - but she was wrong. From the moment she stepped out of the entrance to Ravenclaw tower, Beau Wilkinson had gone against her expectations and made the evening special. He was there to escort her down and he’d danced with her - not only waltzing, which he did very well, but also the most absurd dancing she’d ever seen. Even that was charming. She’d finally managed to convince him that she needed a drink more than she wanted to keep dancing and had found two chairs for them as he went to get their drinks. Kicking her shoes off, she wiggled her toes happily and glanced up, her smile only growing bigger when she spotted Beau on the way back. “What did they have to drink?”