"I haven't been high in a week, so...no." He sighed as they stopped dancing, looking at her with all the seriousness he could muster for the moment.

"My Meme and Pepe have this ball every year, on Christmas Eve. My family goes, we dance, we have yuppy food, we listen to all the gossip of the purebloods, then we come home." He paused then, knowing that it wasn't always straight to Maine they went. From time to time there was a detour to England.

"You could come with me...." he said after a brief pause. "I could take you to Paris."