Zach was grinning, remembering the two guys, wizards, he had met. He didn't know how they knew each other. They looked somewhat similar, but Zach didn't know if that was just because they were Italian, and he didn't know many Italians or if the two had been related somehow. Whatever the two were, they picked up men together - him at least.
"Romilda and Angelina's party," Zach grinned, drinking tea. At that thought he motioned to his hat. "The theme of the evening," he explained, "It was a great party. But I left a bit before midnight because I wanted to have a midnight kiss." And kissing boys in front of everyone at a party wasn't something Zach did. And he had been curious about Italian men, and the party was mostly British.