she could be interesting.

tom smokes and leans back into his chair, looking around the ball room. many highly respected, powerful wizards and witches are invited. his gaze wanders back to her. he never saw her before but she has to be a daughter of a noble house. the dark feminine seems to be exactly his type and she looks like she'll be useful. he stand up, throws his cigarette away and walks over to her.

"miss? may i ask you for a dance?"

tom's already holding out his arm and looks at her. gentle is not his style, which is why he gives her no other option than to dance with him.