Order of Merlin Gala, 7.25pm @lucius-fn
Head swimming with champagne and the gentle, pastel glow everything seemed to have taken on since he’d downed well past his public limit, it was really little wonder that Edgar wasn’t paying much attention to just where he was going. He’d been floating through conversations, feeling more like himself than he had since losing the election when his circuit of the room had brought him to a bottleneck in the crowd, the happily gushing revellers condensing his path into one, inevitable collision course. Lucius.
Maybe if he was careful he could just circle around him and he wouldn’t even — bollocks. Edgar pulled up short, champagne flute held close to his chest as eye contact was made and their fate was sealed. They would have to talk. “Lucius,” his smile wavered and strained uneasily beneath the lull of the Bubble Juice before smoothing again, “I hope you’re enjoying the night.”