"You think you're a Prefect." Elijah grinned, looking up from his sketch. "But really you are a bird, as free as anything until said bird gets shot down but Muggle poachers. Just go with him, it's not like your head will explode unless Shacklebot has put some kind of spell on the Prefects."
Eli didn't get the point of dates. Sure he would pluck up the courage to ask Amelia if she wanted to go with him as friends of course but that wasn't the point. It was just a ball and even if you were dateless then you were bound to get some lone girl willing to dance with you.
"You'll be going with Elv won't you?" Eli asked Nick, knowing the answer anyway - or at least he hoped he did. "Uh, y'know Amelia Lyons? Okay, I've gathered some kind of friend-ship thing with her do you think she'll go with me or will she have issues with the whole touching aspect of dancing?"
Eli honestly wondered. She was adverse to physical affection so how the bloody hell would she be able to handle going to the Yule Ball. Eli guessed she'd probably disappear somewhere and not go but he wanted her to. If would be as if he were tearing down one of the turrets on her defences or making a wall explode and letting his army through.