"No, they definitely don't. You're not able to fully relax at a work function, either. It isn't exactly fun to drink when your boss is standing only a little ways away." His opinion might have been different if either of them were in the quidditch world, but Maple hadn't played and Dory left nearly a decade ago. Those parties were always an enjoyable time though, and there were very few times when he was nervous to drink around the sponsor.
He grinned at her in return, his cheeks hurting from the stretch of it. "A masquerade ball it is. I'm sure there will be one by the end of the season. I'll arrange it for you." Even if there wasn't one, Dory could possibly talk someone into creating one. There had to be an old fling or two that would do him a solid in return for a favor.
He grinned at her in return, his cheeks hurting from the stretch of it. "A masquerade ball it is. I'm sure there will be one by the end of the season. I'll arrange it for you." Even if there wasn't one, Dory could possibly talk someone into creating one. There had to be an old fling or two that would do him a solid in return for a favor.