He was expected to be at balls. So when the invitation for tonight had come he had not thought twice about attending or not. His family expected him to be here and he was not about to let them down, he had not let them down before and he was not about to start now. Sure there were some activities of his that were questionable but they were none the wiser to them and that was how they were going to remain. He didn’t want to let anything slip up with his arrangements with the women whom he bedded, that was for him and the women to deal with and handle, no one else needed to interfere or worse, know about it. He was here to not show face only but also to keep up with his betrothed.

Mikhael may be a pureblood male but he was of a generation that showed greater care for the spouses, or future spouses. That was not to say that his father did no love his mother, he was sure that the man did but then again he didn’t see it as much as he saw it in his friend's when they showed their wives some attention. Still he and Amelia Aziza Travers were still a way off from them marrying so he didn’t know what kind of husband he would make just yet but he would treat her with respect as she was going into this at such a young age and he knew this could not be easy for her. He knew that being so young and engaged was no ideal and he would blame her for being uncertain or scared. If his sister, Reyna had been engaged so young, when she was a teenager then he would be weary of her to be husband but as it was Mikhael seemed no one watching him but Blaise Zabini. This he was thankful for.

He noticed that the girl was a little taller today, had their height difference been so noticeable at the wedding? Well they were expected to dance tonight, this was a ball after all and that was one thing that was a definite tonight. She was right it was proper for them to arrive separately, conversely him escorting here would ensure she had safe trip over. He was an Auror after all. ”Thank you, you are too kind” he couldn’t help but agree with her. Mikhael was aware of good he looked and that was without the many girls telling him. He just knew and he had to remember that he could no longer ‘pay any attention’ tonight any witch who tried to flirt with him. He was here with Amelia and he was constantly reminding himself of that.

The disparity with their ages soon became evident when whom he supposed was one of her friends came bounding over. He almost arched his brow as he was addressed as ‘Mr’ instead of ‘Lord’. Surely if Amelia had told her of her engagement, she would have mentioned that he had a title. It was only a eleven year age difference too. He would hate to think what it would be like if the age difference was greater. He nodded as he was introduced to the blonde haired witch,@lily . Well knowing that she was the daughter of Lady Greengrass would make sense but who was her father….. Mikhael was not to speed on some marriages or relationships, pat or present given his time abroad. ”It is nice to meet you as well Miss Greengrass...as Miss Amelia has said she is my fiancée and I'm pleased to meet her friends…” he glanced at Amelia to make sure he understood correctly and the two of them were indeed friends. He could have assumed by the way the blonde girl greet his fiancée but he had to be sure. No doubt some time down the track hey friends would be at their manor once their marriage was finalised and he had to be sure he knew who these friends were. ”Be assured, I have only her best interests at heart” He nodded trying not to sound offended that the girl would think otherwise.

Mikhael instinctively took a step towards Amelia and kept his hands behind his back as his gaze landed on Victoire Molly Weasley and someone who he knew well enough, the Lord Rosier. They didn’t speak much but they knew each other well enough. Recently his mother had told Mikhael of their engagement, so it was nice to see them here as a couple. He took the other man’s hand and shook and gave a respectful nod. ”Good for see you Rosier….its been a long time” he smiled before turning to Victoire. ”I trust you are enjoying your internship at St Mungo’s Miss Delacour?” Thankfully in his time as and Auror in the U.K. He had not found himself there as a patient.

He felt someone looking at him but he didn’t scope out who it was. He had a feeling it would be @shi and it would not be proper for them to even make eye contact tonight. Their arrangement was secret and it was to remain that way and he had no doubt that it would not please her husband if he caught the two of them. Mikhael cleared his throat discreetly and wondered if @darthlumiya would be here tonight or not, then he spotted his cousin and nodded to her.

Contrasting well and matching with @sienna-- they did, after all, have a reputation as an impeccably matched set, and he'd picked out their outfits, they had entered the room with Amelia, and made the sort of distant-but-polite greeting that was to be expected here. The boy was to be escorting another half-blood-- one of Amelia's little friends, who was claimed to show promise, from some of the rumors. He had little doubt that the they were helped in part, by the Slytherins in that year who liked to cling together, though he did find her a more suitable companion than the Kirkpatrick girl.

Amelia headed off to her betrothed, and he supposed that there, at least, she might be trusted. A small crowd of similarly-aged adolescents gathered around, including the boy. He was wary of the boy being in attendance, but his cufflinks were charmed so that they might hear what he said. It was a simple spell, and easily enough to fool, but if the boy did so here, it would simply prove that he was ready to be taken care of. He was handy enough blackmail for his whore of a mother, and when that would fail to serve, Blaise would dispose of him, or let his mother or wife so do.

Amelia's friend separated from the boy-- proving she did have some sense, at least, and Blaise turned to his wife. "Have you the urge to see old friends again?"