A large, fat man shoved the Baron away from his Lady and danced away with her. If he had a heart, it would surely be boiling over with jealousy.

Floating over to the dancing duo, he body checked the Friar out of the way and took his place once again, dancing around the mirror with the beautiful Ravenclaw ghost. 'I must get her out of here before one of the others cut in again.' With that thought he slowly began to steer their dancing towards the door.