Seth grinned as he slouched down on the seat beside Pansy, legs stretching out for miles under the coffee table; he never had good posture (and it used to drive his mother crazy). "Yeah, I know," he replied, gaze lingering for a moment at the spot where Liam had occupied only seconds before with a tired expression. Suddenly, like a thought had just occurred to him, Seth sat up and dug into his other coat pocket, "Oh, and here," he held out a small, black envelope that held a limited invitation to the Rome Fashion Show, "I'm going to be walking down the runway-" Seth laughed, "So, if you want, come and check it out."
Relaxing into the sofa, Seth nodded, "Alright, that sounds good." He was glad that Pansy suggested somewhere relatively peaceful, that is, away from the prying eyes of the media. Ever since the entire debacle with the whiney pop princess, then his wife, Seth had gotten no rest.
Seth sighed. There was no way to hide something from Pansy for long; he knew that she wouldn't give up until he spilled everything. "It's just..." He trailed off. There had been media speculations that there was trouble brewing between Moon and Zabini, one of the power marriages of the pureblood circle, although no confirmation. Certainly, nobody had actually mentioned the word "divorce" in context. Apart from Daphne, Pansy would be the other person he'd told. "I'm getting divorced, and it's long. And tedious. And complicated."