Dallas shoved his hands in his pockets as he pushed his way through the crowds, trying to get away from Candice as fast as possible.  The girl had pushed him a little too far by expecting him to actually dance with her, so he'd just laughed in her face and walked out on the girl.  She had to be used to covering for dates at things like this; after all, she was some socialite or some shit like that.  Finally making it to the snack table, he spotted someone he actually wouldn't mind talking to.  "Luca," Dallas started, sidling up next to the older Slytherin.  "You look like you're having about as much fun here as I am-" he gave the boy a pointed look, "-and we both know that's no fun at all."