"Hit-- you organised a song already?!" How many people knew about their big dance number and why did Sirius think he was the person he shouldn't bother informing about said dance number? "You're bloody mad, you are." And then he laughed because what else could he do but laugh. This was nuts, he had no idea what was happening and it was insane.

Trying to suppressed his mad, nervous laugh, he stumbled and tried not to accidentally stand on anyone's feet. He was not wearing good shoes for this, he really should have worn some with better soles. These were like ice skates on a shiny floor.

"Oh blimey, what are you doing?" Looking around, he saw all the people look at them and felt a surge of anxiety. He did hate being the center of attention, it always felt wrong to be noticed.