Who: Justin Finch-Fletchley and Eva Montgomery
When: Tuesday, 9 August, nighttime
Where: Walking around London/Islington
What: An attempt at being normal.
Status: In-progress
Rating: PG-13 at the highest?
The charity ball had been wonderful and a nice break from everything else that had been happening. Granted, the company definitely helped with that as well as the substances said company brought to help loosen up and the wine at the ball. There had been actual dancing which was getting harder and harder to find sometimes on the charity circuit and the food available had been good. The crowd had been surprisingly younger too, so there hadn't been nearly as many as his parents' friends around to inquire about how he was or to give him the knowing and suspecting looks they did around this time of year.
The night was actually nice and the event not too far from Eva's flat, so they decided to enjoy the open air and walk home with the promise that if Eva's feet started to hurt they could always apparate or hail a cab. He offered an arm to her as they left, feeling more relaxed and comfortable in his skin than he had in a long time, but maybe that was just the drugs talking. "You were as lovely as ever, Ms. Montgomery," he said with a smile. "Even without old men about to inappropriately ogle you."