Gilderoy // Aisling
Not to put too fine a point on it, Gilderoy was bored. The event was for a wonderful cause, and Charlotte had done nearly as elegant a job as she had for his own gala, but everyone's attention was on discussing werewolf rights, or quidditch, or the recent adulterated chocolates - nothing Gilderoy knew anything about. He'd tried narrating the highlights of Wandering with Werewolves, but apparently the story of how he'd caged one of the beasts until the moon had sunk below the horizon had wounded some delicate soul's feelings, leaving Gilderoy feeling quite put out. On top of that, he'd been subjected to a lecture on why his attempt at muggle clothing was a conspicuous anachronism for nearly twenty minutes.
After pointedly paying far, far over the actual worth of a colourful model of the solar system, the next item up was a full collection of signed Gilderoy Lockhart books, donated via Charlotte for the evening. The price these fetched was frankly insulting, and Gilderoy was quite fed up enough to walk out of the main section, being used for the auction, and take refuge at one of the tables in a quieter area. If he chose the table whose sole occupant was the pretty young girl, what harm was there in that? Gilderoy liked to surround himself with attractive people, but there had never in a nearly twenty-year career been the least breath of scandal. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do with a model of the solar system anyway," he grumbled, his voice pitched to carry across the table to his companion.