As much as many in his family disliked posh parties, Bill thrived in the flare of beauty. It was not for nothing that he'd married a half Veela, or gone off to Egypt to find treasure.
Fleur of course was the most beautiful woman in the room, her pale blue robes setting off her eyes and making her hair shine like silver in the light. He himself wore deep marine robes with three golden clasps at front, and felt he could fit quite nicely next to his wife, in spite of his scars.
Bringing her into the Conservatory, he looked around the vast space and smiled at her. "A bit larger than home, wouldn't you say?" he grinned. "So do we stay here or do we get something to eat?"