Wayne adjusted the sleeves on his suit jacket before he gently knocked on Pansy's door. As he waited, he smoothed down the collar of his shirt before letting his hands hang awkwardly at his sides. The suit he was wearing was simple. Black with a white shirt underneath. Instead of wearing a tie, he left the first few buttons open. Pansy was always commenting on how terrible his suits were, but this one fit him and he looked rather charming -- hopefully it would suffice.
When he had asked Pansy to the gala, he hadn't thought she would say yes. He was certain he'd have to follow her around the entire night like some sort of ministry stalker. But there was no way he'd let her go to this alone. Not after all the threats that W.A.P. had placed on it; and from what he heard at the DMLE, those threats were most likely going to follow through. Sure, they would amp up security but for whatever reason, these guys had ways of doing things. They must've had support from someone bigger, he was sure. Clearing his throat, he looked forward as the door began to open. Finally.