Padrig had been out earlier in the evening doing a few errands for his newfound patroness. Things were getting quite interesting in Diagon Alley, that was really all he could say on that. It would be in his best interest, perhaps, for him to make an appearance somewhere where he might be remembered, just in case the need for an alibi arose. Not that that was too likely anymore.
He saw the line for the club and fell in, eventually getting admitted and ordering a drink before settling against a wall, seeing if he saw anyone he knew. His tall, thin, frame stood out in the smoky club, incongrous and strange, especially the watchful stillness about him.
Finally he spotted two familiar faces at a nearby table. Brilliant. Friends of Marietta's too.
"Ladies," he said, coming over to see them. "Nice to see you both."