Rolf was here for Marietta and that was the only reason. He liked Quidditch well enough but the kick off Gala really had nothing to do with him and he had some work he could be doing. But, Marietta said she needed to go and here they were, dressed up and uncomfortable. Well, he was uncomfortable. Marietta seemed fine in the lovely dress she'd donned. Sighing, he nodded to a few reporters he was friendly enough with as he headed down the red carpet. He'd been pulled aside only twice to be asked couple questions and had answered with his usual charm and aplomb.
"I am more than fine with that," he said, glancing around, taking in the familiar faces. His grandparents had mentioned going but he didn't know if they'd ever made a decision. More than likely, no. He stiffened when his gaze landed on a very beautiful woman with long dark hair. "Fuck," he whispered.