Vincent heard the jab, and stopped to turn on his heel, his smug expression flashing into a rather large grin as he realized it was a female speaking to him. But it wasn't just any female; this was one he knew. And it made him pause, his expression shifting from the smug grin to one of recognition, pleased recognition. He would have recognized her anywhere: Millicent Bulstrode.
But she was different, poised and confident in a way he couldn't recall. And she looked good, sexy as hell.
"And why shouldn't I? I've just witnessed a blessed event. I've just drunk the best damn champagne I've every tasted. And now, I have good company," and he flashed a big smile at her, "I think I know you. At least, I knew you when you were a shy, reserved Slytherin. Hello, Bulstrode," he said, stepping closer to her, so that he was just below her line of sight, "Its been a bloody long time."