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Sawyer fixed his collar, wondering not for the first time he should have worn a tie. Estella was a lot better at this fashion stuff than he was and Sawyer had no idea if no tie was cooler or if he just looked like an idiot. He'd probably be having the exactly mental conversation if he had worn a tie, so maybe it was better to just force his hands away from his shirt for more than 30 seconds and he could try to relax. After all, he'd actually made it this far, properly here with Essie. All he had to do was relax, have a good time, and pointedly not think about what had happened last time they had been near each other at a school dance. As difficult as that was.
"Hall's a little different this year, it's nice," he said, figuring it'd probably been just slightly too long without him speaking now that his mini tie crisis had been mostly abated. The large tree in the center of the hall was quite a statement, though Sawyer rather liked how it broke up the hall. And made an excellent hiding spot if he wanted to avoid certain Gryffindor keepers. "Do you maybe wanna.. Dance?" He offered, gathering enough courage to glance back over to Essie. He'd figured the less he looked at her, the less he was likely to sweat, but it would make this evening extremely difficult. And besides, he wasn't kidding anyone by pretending he hadn't spent half the year already sappily staring at her anyway.
"Hall's a little different this year, it's nice," he said, figuring it'd probably been just slightly too long without him speaking now that his mini tie crisis had been mostly abated. The large tree in the center of the hall was quite a statement, though Sawyer rather liked how it broke up the hall. And made an excellent hiding spot if he wanted to avoid certain Gryffindor keepers. "Do you maybe wanna.. Dance?" He offered, gathering enough courage to glance back over to Essie. He'd figured the less he looked at her, the less he was likely to sweat, but it would make this evening extremely difficult. And besides, he wasn't kidding anyone by pretending he hadn't spent half the year already sappily staring at her anyway.