The thing about Thom's Quidditch parties - the reason, frankly, that August kept going to them - was that there was almost never dancing expected. This ball was interesting, sure, the colors contrasted and the music was inventive - but it was a ball. So he was mostly sipping champagne and feeling out of place.
He was standing towards the side of the pavilion, switching from small talk conversation to small talk conversation. The good thing he was learning was that people were less and less interested in Galina - he had almost reached the point where all of his small talk was normal.
When he saw Mrs. Selwyn, August smiled at her. The corners of his eyes crinkled up. "Mrs. Selwyn," he said, "You know, even shut-ins have to shake up expectations sometimes." His tone was equally light, and his expression turned sheepish and self-deprecating.
He was standing towards the side of the pavilion, switching from small talk conversation to small talk conversation. The good thing he was learning was that people were less and less interested in Galina - he had almost reached the point where all of his small talk was normal.
When he saw Mrs. Selwyn, August smiled at her. The corners of his eyes crinkled up. "Mrs. Selwyn," he said, "You know, even shut-ins have to shake up expectations sometimes." His tone was equally light, and his expression turned sheepish and self-deprecating.