"I try to attend when possible," He said, not trying to let her know that he had been making extra money on the side attending parties and functions as an escort or so-called date for older witches. He found his fame and looks helped him keep his bills paid. "I am usually far too tired on the weekends to attend," he lied glibly, "Your father works us hard, Miss Greengrass."
He took another drink as the elf came by, wondering if they paid their elves when they had been freed or did the elves remain out of tradition. He listened to her talk and offered a smile. "22?" he snorted in amusement. "So old. What do you intend to do now that you are the big 2 2?" He took a swallow of the fruity drink and grimaced.
"I have no idea who to spruce it up since so much revolves around Quidditch." He could tell she was a bit naive as he flirted. Most girls were touching or hugging him after getting this far in conversation. It was tiresome but usual. "Perhaps a new witch to keep me company? A few more parties like this, the possibilities are endless." He was definitely flirting.