Lucius had finished the half-glass he'd been handed, and moved within the crowd to try and find Rabastan. He and their seeker had gone off together quite companionably it seemed, but the young Lestrange was probably still not pleased with Lucius. And that needed to be rectified, especially as they were now team-mates, closer-than-blood. Well, supposedly.
He was exactly sure of what he was going to say to Rabastan as he approached, although a comment on the banner was certainly going to be involved somewhere. It was, after all, quite eye-catching. "I think Rodolphus intends to keep the banner up for most of the season." He said as he reached the young man, hidden away in a corner. "We're all very proud of you, Rabastan. Do you want a drink of something? Just a small one, before I make the renouncement? You'll need one for the toast."