"Well, I'll see that you're invited to the next one," Emrys said with a dark smile. "Assuming you've any choice of chaperone who might be similarly suited to more interesting affairs than this."

He was, unexpectedly, sort of enjoying this conversation — she was being vague and obscure enough to keep him on his toes, anyway, which was either interesting or the next best thing to it. He wasn't so taken by her vaguely-interesting commentary that he was willing to invite just anyone for the sake of securing her company. He had no notion of what the larger Zabini family was like, but the whole scandal surrounding his father and his divorce implied they were at least a little stuffy, and Emrys didn't throw the type of parties stuffy people would enjoy.