Oliver was furious. And more than a little drunk. Penny had made him feel stupid and ashamed in one short conversation. He'd purchased tickets to the gala before his mother had passed and in a drunken induced moment of stupidity, Oliver pulled on the suit he'd worn to her funeral and grabbed his ticket off of his nightstand.
Choosing to Floo to the gala, Oliver walked in and made a bee line for Penelope. She looked damn gorgeous and even though he was drunk, in mourning and angry, he couldn't ignore that. Brushing past a handful of people look to give their condolences, Oliver stopped in front of his friend.
"Do you feel anything or is the world one giant arthimancy problem you're trying to figure out?"