Re: As the Fiancees Arrive - Cho
Cho certainly knew how to make an impression, Flint thought, eyes all but bugging out of his head as he took in the sight of his diminutive fiancee. It hadn't really registered with him until then just how very, very different Cho's background was to his own. She'd first come to his attention on the Quidditch pitch as a teenager, but the thing was that Quidditch was a great leveller. Everyone was in uniform and following the same rules. It didn't matter where you were from or what language you spoke because Quidditch was Quidditch was Quidditch.
Bloody hell, he loved Quidditch.
Cho's outfit had Marcus, who had been complaining steadily all day about having to wear formal robes, feeling suddenly underdressed. His own robes were plain black and high-collared; they might have looked priest-like on anyone who didn't have his stature and athletic build.
He cleared his throat, trying to find some words. "Cho. You look... yeah, you look good," he said nodding.