Re: Alastor & Leo
One conversation down, two to go. That was Leo's repetitive thought as he went in search of another drink. This time he would get something stronger than Champagne. This was a whiskey sort of night. He should probabky also eat something, as he'd only picked at his dinner. All he'd had was a handful of toffees earlier, which were sitting sickly in his stomach at this point.
It took what seemed forever to get his drink, and then he'd had to make a narrow escape from Eugenia Goldstein, his mother's second cousin's grandmother twoce removed or something. All he knew about her was she was old, smelled like moth balls, and wanted to introduce him to her great-granddaughter. Stuff of mightmares, and he wojpdnt talk to her even if it would mean he only needed one last conversation to fulfill his promise to his mother.
Instead, clutching his drink like his life depended on it, he all but run in the opppsite direction. Unfortunately, he hadn't been watchinf where he was going, and ran directly into someone else. Someone hard and unyielding, and he couldn't help the string of cursewords that escaped when he realized who it was.
'Of fucking course it's you. As if my night couldn't get any worse." But it could. Because that was when he leaned in and kissed Alastor Moody.