(5pm - Silas/Tavish)
El and Rose, El and Rose... it sounded like a Spanish Wireless show. "Are your friends here as well?" he asked, looking around but keeping his hand on her hip. The thing that was most remarkable though was that he could actually reach her hip, he could see her eyes. They were quite pretty, actually. "Your eyes are sort of an almond shape," he commented, as if to himself, realizing it for the first time.
"This was more you?" He smiled at her, "Don't let me forget to introduce you to Morag and let you two go shopping. I really like this dress." He was beginning to think that he'd misjudged her after all.
The derisive tone of her response made him smile. He leaned in easily so that his voice couldn't be heard above the crowd. "Don't pay attention to anything the peacock has to say," he told her. "Just be yourself." There wasn't anything more boring to him than a perfect society wife and taking advice from the Malfoy's made his skin crawl.
"Yes, unfortunately, the show must go on without me," he said over dramatically. "Though I doubt we'll see a lot of business this weekend," he added, doubting she really care.