Patrick/Cassandra
Patrick was mingling. Parties weren't as bad now that his parents weren't around and even if they were, they would know about Marcus. He had picked a bright outfit, deciding that he was too good looking to need any gimmick. Of course, most of the men here avoided him for fear of rumours, but he didn't care. He'd meet Marcus soon enough.
He was walking around and instead found Cassandra. "Hello, darling," he said, smiling at her. "You look good tonight. Have you found a husband who can support you in the way you are accustomed to or are you still searching for the poor sod?" he asked, teasing. Really, one day purebloods would learn that there was nothing wrong if a woman worked.