With his own family's...troubles in the past, Julius Scrimgeour was hardly about to turn his nose up at the Prewetts and their abrupt nuptials. Glass houses, thwacked bludgers, or something to that effect. Still, it was only his mother's needling that had seen him attend this evening; while Media Scrimgeour had been sensitive to his loss (he still keenly felt Will's absence in his life) and had been in emotional recovery from her own misadventures at sea, it seemed his mother had decided that all three Scrimgeours were overdue for a genuine return to society.

And thus, here he stood, the acrobats above him feeling not unlike the sword of Damocles, threatening to plummet to the ground—though perhaps the investigator was simply too accustomed to tragedy befalling social events.

Carefully, Julius redirected his attention from the acrobats to the young ladies milling about the room. Before the ill-fated sea voyage, Julius had resolved to find a wife this Season. While he was no longer convinced of his ability (or even interest) to do so, he was resolved, a the very least, to try. He struck up a polite enough conversation with one young lady who had managed to separate from whichever relation had accompanied her this evening, though part of Julius could not help but wonder if there was an overinvested mama lurking around the edges of the room, eagle-eyes peering eagerly into the depths of his soul.

"A dance, if there is room yet on your card?" Julius inquired with a smile that looked easier than it was. "Upon the floor, I'm afraid," the wizard added, gesturing up at the acrobats above them, "but I promise I am not ungraceful on my feet."