Thank Merlin for alcohol. Not literally, Percy thought, casting an eye in Merlin's direction. The legend was currently chatting with the man who'd arranged this party Michael, and Percy had to stop himself from staring. At Merlin, that is, not Michael. Every since Percy found out that the Merlin was present, he'd wanted to introduce himself. They'd communicated before on the journals, but somehow were never able to meet and discuss the topic in which Percy was intensely interested, namely the Arthurian legends where Merlin played a key role. Growing up, Percy devoured these tales - he couldn't get enough. Meeting Merlin in person was a dream come true. Merlin wasn't bad looking either, he considered, and then realized he was staring again.
Purposely looking away in the opposite direction, he took a sip from his glass and realized he was looking at somebody standing close beside him whose face he vaguely recognized. Percy furrowed his brow in thought and gave the man a nod to acknowledge his presence, but he kept wondering where he'd seen him before. He'd spotted him before, during the monster invasion, but now, in the aftermath of the attack he had the opportunity to actually ponder the man's identity.
Percy then realized who the stranger might be. "Goyle?" The last time he'd seen the bloke was years ago, according to his reckoning, at Hogwarts when he was still Headboy. After the war, the Ministry had put out a warrant for his arrest in connection to his involvement with the Death Eaters, but he was never found. "I remember reading somewhere in the journals you were here..."
His voice trailed off, unsure of how Goyle would react.