Hugo looked up in surprise at January. She was his sister's mate, and the truth was they'd rarely spoken, but he'd always thought she was pretty. Immediately, he stood up straighter. Not for the first time, he was glad to be nearly six feet tall. He might have been a little more fresh-faced than anyone at the party, but at least he wasn't conspicuously shorter or anything.
"I'm not here," Hugo intoned, shaking his head and grinning. "You didn't see me, ok?" He laughed and ran his hand through his brown hair. "And, this is non-alcoholic ..." Smirking, he sipped his drink. This was patently untrue, but Hugo really didn't care at the moment. He'd been drinking with Alex and the rest of his mates for several years; illegal, immoral and rather bad for his developing liver, but what was the point in stopping now when he was nearly old enough? "So did Rose drag you here? Or are you a member of the James Potter fan club?" Hugo's usual admiration (or hero worship) for his older cousin had apparently popped out to the shop for some milk, because he wasn't feeling particularly charitable towards the git. Even if it was his birthday.