Matt had forgotten how much he liked to dance. It seemed like every song that came on was one he knew, or at least knew the chorus of, and he was glad that his date was someone who was not shy about belting out lyrics whether they were the right or wrong ones. He loved his friends dearly, but sometimes (just sometimes) they could be great sticks in the mud. Delilah was a ball of energy, however, and Matt was glad that he was able to keep up.
The dessert trays were rolled out, and Matt and Delilah found themselves perched upon the top of the grand staircase they had all made their entrance through. Matt was sure that his trainer's head would fall off if he caught him eating the ridiculous sugar concoction that rested atop of a chocolate dipped cone.
"Yeah, so---I went from barely having a room to Hogwarts," he said, spinning the cone around. He was far more open about his orphanage history now that The Tattler had run the story for everyone to see. Matt, like the true Hufflepuff he was, had taken it in stride and was currently working with his agent to start a charity for those who had found themselves in a situation like his.
"People joke that I've got rainbows shooting out my eyes, but, I mean," Matt waved his free hand around. "I used to imagine there was magic and a place to escape from everything and---here it is."
Matt let the thought sit for a moment before he let out a loud laugh, "That wasn't meant to come out as philosophical as it did, I'm sorry."
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