The Malfoys outdid themselves once again for their annual Winter Ball. And as usual, everyone seemed to be having fun. Or pretending to at least.

Rabastan was taking a break from socializing. Casually picking up a glass of what he assumed to be champagne before going for the first empty seat he happened to spot. He spent the past few hours speaking to every familiar face he spotted, and he didn't really mind it. Catching up with some friends, and checking on acquaintances had never been an issue to him before

Rodolphus was off somewhere, probably with Lucius, leaving the younger Lestrange with lingering boredom now that he had yet to find someone else to speak to or something to catch his interest

As he took a sip from his drink, the sound of a nearby chair being dragged on the floor caught his interest, and with a raised eyebrow his blue eyes gazed in the direction of the sound

"Hmm?"