For some reason the events put on by the minster's wife always had him trying to dress smarter and look more put together. Was there any added pressure? No. Did he do it anyway? Absolutely. He did not want to be on her bad side for any reason, so he'd showed up and was the epitome of a gentleman in most respects. The decor was quite lovely and he'd taken a turn around the dance floor with an appropriate amount of young ladies, but he felt like that was not the purpose of tonight, so had abstained for a song or two until he could reasonably take to the floor again. It was far more preferable than socializing with people he saw almost every day, but not talking about work.

He'd retired to the side of the room with a glass of whiskey, keeping an eye out for any of the enchanted mistletoe he'd heard rumors of lurking in unsuspecting places. That was the last thing he needed tonight. He would not like to be the subject of any unnecessary gossip this evening. No sir.

"Macmillan, relax," he said over his glass as he saw the man go stalking across the room toward him. "You should be off the clock, have a drink." He didn't know the other man very well, had only dealt with him professionally in minimal capacity, but he'd always seemed rather... high strung. Tonight was a good time to loosen up a little, at the very least. They were not actually at work, despite being surrounded by coworkers.

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Charles Macmillan

  

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Ever since we met I've got just one regret to live through and that one regret is you

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Charles was having an unpleasant time of it which wasn't unusual for him in these circumstances. To make things worse, he'd almost walked straight into the company of a young woman he most certainly did not want to have to exchange pleasantries with and so he'd just about managed to turn himself around and walk in the opposite direction. He had just about put a comfortable distance between them when he heard someone call out to him. Reluctantly, he stopped in his tracks and looked about for the culprit.

Oh, Harper. He supposed now it was time to talk to the Quidditch League Director or else seem to give him the brush off which wouldn't win him any favors. At least he didn't have any particular reason to not want to talk to the man. That said, he wasn't really sure what to say, he was vaguely aware the man had called him out for being tense which wasn't particularly welcome but then it wasn't untrue either. You look... he searched around for a word and ended up at, like you're enjoying yourself. If it was true, it was merely a coincidence that it was the first thing he could think of to say without being mildly insulting.

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