Ducky had been bouncing from group to group as he was known to do. People were often surprised when they did not see him with his friends at social events. But the way he saw it, he spent most of his free time within their company anyway. So when these events thrust him into the thick of Hogwarts society, he spread the love. Of course, his eyes heavily followed his friends, ensuring all were okay, all were enjoying their time. And by the end of the night, he had no doubt that they would somehow all end up in the same place, drunk and happy, collapsed on each other like tired puppies.
It was the only way he would want it.
He had not seen Nora all night, and he was beginning to worry. Finn was surviving, but mostly because she had found a table that was hidden behind a crowded table, and being invisible was her best tactic, her safest bet. He wasn't sure if she had even enjoyed their initial dance, but she did not seem to be made miserable by it either. With Finn taken care of, his other friends attended to, and his rounds made, all Ducky wanted to do was track down his best friend and horrify her with an uncomfortably intimate dance.
Just about when he had given up and was heading towards the wallflower section of the room, he turned and his eyes fell on the most disastrous dress he had ever seen. And that didn't even top the hot mess inside it.
The crowd parted, their eyes met...
And Ducky screamed with laughter.