Myron and Charlie
Myron moved amid the crowd looking rather smug and, in his opinion, very dashing. He'd dressed to match the impromptu theme, chosen after finally seeing the venue in person. His suit was an elegant grey pinstripe, complete with waistcoat and Captoe Oxfords. In one hand he helt a champagne flute, and in the other a silver quill matching the others handed out for the auction.
It was after an hour or so of mingling with the party-goers that Myron spotted someone actually worth his time. A single flash of fiery hair amid a sea of browns and blondes. Trying not to look like he was making too much of a beeline, Myron slipped between a pair of witches eyeing a glass unicorn and made his way toward his quarry. He plucked another glass of champagne from a passing waiter before sidling up next to Charlie Weasley.
"Charlie! Nice to finally see you in the flesh. Care for a fresh drink?" He said sliding the other glass into Charlie's fingers, "In case you're a little lost let me introduce myself, Myron Wagtail, the pleasure's all yours." He grinned a teasing smile, flashing a row of perfect teeth and winked.