Freddie laughed, but it faded as he was forced to think back to which young ladies he'd seen in attendance that evening. Plenty of family, he knew, plus other ladies his mother had thought would be good fillers (also known as: possible wives for her sons). There was really only one girl that Freddie could think of that he wanted to kiss, but she wasn't even in attendance. Rude.
"Bellona Zabini or Rommy," he answered with a shrug. "Miss Zabini is... well, look at her," he explained, nodding in the direction of the woman who was off on the other side of the room with a champagne flute in hand. "And Rommy is - nice. I don't think she'd be horrible to kiss, just for a second." He and Rommy were cousins, but it wasn't any weirder than Arthur sexting his cousin, albeit in a dare.
"Bellona Zabini or Rommy," he answered with a shrug. "Miss Zabini is... well, look at her," he explained, nodding in the direction of the woman who was off on the other side of the room with a champagne flute in hand. "And Rommy is - nice. I don't think she'd be horrible to kiss, just for a second." He and Rommy were cousins, but it wasn't any weirder than Arthur sexting his cousin, albeit in a dare.

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