Keith was dangerously close to reach his wits' end. This party, though spread out into every corner of the ballroom, was suddenly suffocating. Keith stayed in the same place as the one where Cora took sudden leave. Keith was still confused. Was it something her said? Surely not. The fault was in Cora for not giving him half a chance. Oh well, there were better things around. Keith certainly didn't need to be tethered by a half-mental, pink-haired, fireball that came and went into his life as suddenly as his decision to join this asylum of a party. Enjoying himself and allowing that kind of release was tedious, especially when he had the mysterious persona to keep. Being as silly as his peers and friends were being was beneath him and Keith wouldn't dream of descending to that level and risking the humility dosage that came with it. No, he would be the brooding gentleman that sulked in the corner, a vision of the tortured and aloof.

Man, they went all out! he thought blinking his eyes when the rays of a disco ball hit his retinas and made him blink away the agonizing light. Keith didn't remember seeing a disco ball when he came in. Or maybe he did see one. The vexing mystery of Cora and whatever that powder puff prince that came to talk to her was called made his head a little fuzzy. Keith raised an eyebrow and looked around, shifting his feet onto the dance floor in a casual strut to look for the source of the dangerously iridescent light. Shoving past the dancing couples indiscriminately, Keith made his way to the center of the floor, avoiding the worshiping stares of the dateless wallflowers and instead seeking the object of his curiosity. Keith? Curious? Yes, it was possible, but Keith would give up soon if his goal wasn't handed to him on a silver platter.

It was silver, and other various hues of pinks, greens, blues, yellows, and any other color you could come up with, radiating with a bright sheen and creating the disco ball effect that very nearly blinded Keith. He wasn't too shocked to see who it was, either. That delicately fair-skinned face. The oddest of hair styles. Black and blonde, layered thickly and adorned with the adorable...no...hot...sheep dog bangs. And the swirling pools of molten caramel and amber that she had for eyes. Wearing THAT outift. God, it looked like a Care Bear threw up on her. Keith had to admire her beauty, but also retain himself from laughing at the sheer absurdity of the outfit. She was certainly different from all others and that merited a few more admiration points. Keith, more curious than ever, took a few steps closer to the whimsical Ravenclaw and observed her cautiously. His previous two meetings with her were brief, the girl disappearing as if she were a phantom of his imagination. Wow, if I dreamt her up, I need to see a shrink, thought Keith, eyes bulging at the notion. But she was real and she was swaying in all her glory just a few feet in front of him. Maybe now, this time she wouldn't run. Keith had to know who this girl was. Before rationalizing with himself, he stepped directly behind her. One of his large, rather rough hands extended to tap her small shoulder. "Would you dance with me?" he whispered, thinking that if he spoke louder she'd disappear along with his only chance to have a little fun.