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Despite their penchant for holding the spotlight, it's hard to shrug off the part of themselves that likes to stick to the shadows. Maybe it’s this place bringing up old memories, maybe it’s the sour knowledge that they can’t treat the open bar like an actual open bar, or maybe it’s just that they’re fed up of playing nice with inconsequential people -- but either way, they’re sticking close to the wall and avoiding eye contact with anyone they don’t know for the foreseeable future.
Just as they’re making a polite excuse to get out of a conversation before it starts, they spot Severus a little further along, seemingly all by himself. It’s such a relief to see a familiar face that perhaps Amycus makes their way towards him just a little too quickly, maybe their hand rests a little lower on the small of his back than is generally considered platonic, and maybe they lean in closer than is strictly necessary. But no one’s looking their way and there are multiple groups of people between the two of them and the nearest three photographers (not that they’ve been keeping tabs on the press and studiously avoiding them where possible all evening) and besides, what they have to say is important.
“Have you seen Fawley’s suit tonight? Three o’clock. Don’t be too obvious, he’s tipsy and starting to get touchy about it. Dear God, I thought elbow patches were for those poor unfortunate souls who couldn’t afford to replace their jacket, not millionaires.”