Blaise hadn't realized the theme of the evening when he'd mentioned Wingbeat to Pandora for the night. Not that it really mattered. She had all his attention which allowed him to focus away from all the overwhelming stimuli that the night brought. In fact he was enjoying his hold on tradition when everything around him was a blight on the face of the expectations that had been forced upon most of them.
"I can't think of anyone who got through without some sort of mark against them," he pulled her close and began to process of a slow turn to the right. Sure, the biggest blight he had was the fact that he worked for one of the lamest sub-departments in the Ministry. Still, he found it off putting that people who just a few simple years ago had championed the cause of dark now acted as if those who had done as expected were unworthy.