Emmett turned around so he was leaning backwards with both elbows onto the terrace railing, cigarette dangling from his left hand idly between drags. "You know, I have no idea." He shrugged. Em loved a good party, especially with a fun theme, but preferably not with his coworkers or those he supervised at any rate. It felt weird, mingling with those whose jobs were tied directly to his.

"Comraderie in merriment? Some of these people would never breathe the fresh air of outside of the office otherwise, I suppose." Some people he worked with took their work far too seriously. The Unspeakables hardly ever saw enough daylight, in his opinion. The Aurors were always training; the Research Committee always had their noses in five books at a time. There were too many positions where people were stuck at desks all day; he had never understood how they did it. At least his current spot had him in and out of the office all day. Sure it was more paperwork than he would like, but it was mostly networking and check stadiums and things like that. He loved the sport too much to work in any other department.

Plus, Emmett thought, there were a lot of those in the lower-middle and working class that might not get to enjoy an event like this otherwise.