Open to a hurlable UCAB women 18-24!

When it came to the Pettigrew family, it was usually Thom who was quick to indulge in extravagance, but Albert understood that the only way to reach the top was to act like he was already there. While he'd never been tempted to over-indulge in extravagance (and the animal masks seemed as extravagant as it could get), there were times when he could enjoy the festivities of a party — and in this case, the fashion show that accompanied it.

Most of the evening had been spent with other gentleman, mostly conversing about all the drama that was going on in the world — stowaway twins, Miss Scrimgeour's disappearance, and, of course, the veela incident that he was still squeezing with the hopes that he might convince a few people more powerful than himself to enact legislation on the matter.

He too donned an animal masks — in this case, an otter. The evening progressed, and Albert found himself laughing and generally being much more pleasant than usual. On more than one occasion, he'd even flirted with debutantes — even ones who, after finding out their names, he knew wouldn't make suitable brides.

Finally, to put the nail in the coffin, Albert did the most non-Albert thing possible: he gave into the urge to grab the hand of a young woman he didn't know. Even upon realizing how improper it was, he couldn't let go, almost as if he was afraid she'd just - float away - if he were to release her.

At the slightest tug on her part (which may have been from shock, disgust, or really anything — he wasn't looking at her face), he held her hand even tighter. "Please don't," he begged, his heart beginning to race.