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"Why, if it isn't the sharpest seeker in the league!" he said loudly, boastfully. Tony's hand went to his chin before he pointed at Drea in a thoughtful manner, "Or should I say...the sharpest arrow?"

He laughed at his bad pun and rocked on his heels, having far too much fun with his suspenders. Being a halfblood, Tony had a bit of knowledge of muggle history, and the dance styles of the 1920s were some of his favorite. In Great Britain and across the pond, people were breaking away from chains and expressing themselves for what felt like the first time. What could be more fun? He'd jumped on the idea when Drea had suggested it, and it was quite easy to pass as a coincidence that they'd matched. Who would even think to notice?

Though, the fact that they'd practiced the Charleston to look amazing out on the floor, might draw some attention.

Tony performed some fancy footwork before stopping close enough to Drea to only been deemed slightly inappropriate. As much as he wanted to snog her beautiful face off, he did still find some thrill at keeping their relationship under the radar. Once the season was over, he'd make some decisions, but right now, his flirtatious and adventurous side was definitely winning this battle.

"How you feeling tonight?" he asked, chin up and eyes on Drea.