He couldn't help but blush at her compliment, and it took some effort not to laugh stupidly when she actually touched him. Matt was good at this, this being friends thing. He was also good at being the nice guy. He felt like there was no reason to not be the nice guy, and to not take insult when things didn't go his way. Things happened for a reason. While he had found himself growing frustrated at his seemingly failed career choice, Matt always knew that there was a light at the end of this endless quidditch tunnel. He would be able to show everyone how good he really could be, and now he was.
Matt was perfectly fine sticking around for a bit, giving Glenda time to see how really great of a guy he was. Not to brag, of course. But even he knew he was a great guy.
"More mustaches!" he let out, putting his hands up. As if the Mustache Gods were listening, the song changed into one Matt actually knew and enjoyed, "I love this song!" Without hesitation, he took hold of Glenda's hand and started toward the dance floor. They could search for more mustaches while dancing, right?
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