Severus & Edgar
Clorinda had been quite the conversationalist with a clear interest in history fuelled with excitement around the artefacts that she had been involved in excavating. He should have expected a degree of historical debate with such a controversial exhibit on offer, but he had thought his time would have been consumed with more mindless discussions. It had been a refreshing change but certainly left his head buzzing with her viewpoint as it was so different to his own.
Following the dinner (which was rather impressive considering his own miserable cooking), he had made a point of tagging onto one of the tours given. It seemed Clorinda's words had sparked some curiosity in him. Was Morgana simply a victim of the male prejudice? It was probably a mystery that would never be solved but one that he was at least considering at this point.
Heading back to the bar, he ordered himself a neat whiskey as he cast a look down the bar. His attention was drawn to the corner and the scowling occupant. Drink in hand, he approached just as he saw someone turn abruptly from Severus thinking better of poking the dragon.
"I gave in and went straight for Slughorn," he said as he came to stand beside him. "The owl has strict instructions not to leave without a response so... I might need a new owl."