Who: Vincent and Millicent What: Meeting after so long When: Backdated- Draco/Astoria wedding, end of November Where: The Malfoy Wedding site Rating/Warning: TBA
It was fitting, to see Draco finally tie the knot, especially to Astoria Greengrass. She'd always been a rather good looking byrd in Vince's mind, a fitting woman for arm candy for Draco. Vincent was dressed in the appropriate clothes, and felt relatively good even after a late night of drinking for the bachelor affair. He had been pleased to be included; it seemed years since he had interacted with those of his own house, save the members of his Quidditch team. Hell, he hadn't even kept up his friendship with Goyle, and that bloke had been like one of his best mates.
Vince looked over to where Greg was, dressed in a suit that didn't fit him very well, lingering over a very doped up looking Theo Nott. It made Vince shudder inside and he turned before Greg could catch sight of his sneer. He had done what he could to put distance between he and Greg when Greg had been thrown into Azkaban; Greg had not been as lucky as Vincent in getting out in a hurry and the last thing Vince had wanted was to be associated with the other man. Vince felt lucky enough as it was to get out; the last thing he needed was to be linked to Greg in any sort of way. Never mind him not wanting to even think that Greg might fancy him in that way. It made Vince shudder again slightly and he downed the glass of champagne he held in his hand. He looked about, wanting to drink more and find some byrd who might be willing to nip into a closet for a quick go at it; if he were honest with himself, Vincent would have admitted that any sort of question of his own sexuality scared the hell out of him. He felt securely heterosexual but his tolerance level was zip when it came to those who liked their own kind. It had been a useful feeling, especially when his team had played against the Harpies; as far as he was concerned, every single one of them was gay and it had fueled his dislike against the lot, making his play more aggressive than in most games.
Vincent glanced about, barely thinking about Greg anymore, and instead focusing on the other people he recognized. Zacharias Smith was there, as well as a number of other Pure-bloods Vince had rubbed elbows with at those childhood events. It was like a who's who really, as he looked about; anyone who was anyone was in attendance at this wedding of the century. Vincent grinned to himself; he was definitely a somebody and that notion pleased him. With his chest out, a confident look to his face, Vince strode across the outside patio to hunt down another glass of champagne.