Stepping through the floo without so much as a stumble, Faelan brushed ash off the shoulder of his leather jacket. He was really getting used to magical travel - finally! - and was relieved to arrive at the house without embarrassing himself straight off.
He didn't think he'd know too many people at the party, but he'd said he'd come, and he didn't want disappoint Neville or miss the chance to congratulate Luna on the wedding. Besides, Neville had insisted it would be fun and he figured that the guests would have to be nice people if they were friends with Neville and Luna.
Clutching a bottle of brandy in his hand with a gold bow stuck on it, he glanced around for Neville or Luna, smiling experimentally at some strangers he saw. He took a second to run a hand quickly through his hair. He hoped he looked all right. He worried he was underdressed, but hoped maybe it would just make him come off as casually cool, rather than the clueless berk he felt like.