Dorcas + Kingsley
"One can only hope," Kingsley said, with another glance towards the gathered guests. His gaze unerringly found Rita, who was still schmoozing with Lucius. Part of him itched to go over, find out what they were talking about, make sure she wasn't getting herself into something she couldn't handle. The larger, more rational side of him told him that would be a bad idea.
He copied her movements and sipped at his own drink. "An open bar always helps," he laughed, turning towards her. "I left Jenkins behind, though I have my doubts about him striking fear into the hearts of anyone." Dorcas, like most of his friends, knew just how much he hated that bastard. Kingsley wasn't shy about his opinion.
"Besides, if anything's going to happen, it would be because of someone in this room." The number of Voldemort supporters, oh excuse him, victims, walking around free in there made him shudder. Lucius Malfoy was only one of them.