It was a night with the cream and crop of high wizard society, a ball was taking place. A night of rubbing elbows with pure bloods and political figures of the wizarding world for Theseus. The smart-dressed man became accustomed to these sorts of things, Aside from tedious paperwork and long hours, it is what came with being the Head Auror of the British Auror Office. He stood by the dining table, chatting up one of his many acquaintances, swirling the wine in his glass, feigning interest.