Sebastian had been against this idea from the moment they'd received the invitation. He'd wished he'd checked the post earlier, because then Mackenzie wouldn't have found the invitation and insisted they go. The Potters were their friends, they had to go! They helped end the war! That poor baby, Harry! Sebastian had voiced his concerns, with the last few years under his belt he had no way of getting rid of the wary feelings that death eaters were going to burst through the doors of the gala like a big trick---aha! You-Know-Who lives!
It was proving not to be the case, as the gala was deep into the night and there had been no sign of a ruckus (other than some ministry fools having too much liquor by the bar). Sebastian was still finding it hard to concentrate on much of anything with his wife looking doe-like with her wide eyes and---Mackenzie was not fine.
"We should sit," Sebastian said with a firm nod. Maybe if they sat they could avoid the swelling of the crowd and the claustrophobia it brought. Mackenzie was not ready for this many people, he didn't know how he'd let this happen and---as much as he loved his wife and wanted to have fun with her, Sebastian didn't know when they'd really be able to do that again, "Sit---I can get you a drink?"
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