Harry did his best to adhere to all the rules and regulations Tom had thrummed into his head. He had nearly messed up with the Lady Mortimer, but fortunately, Blaise had saved him last minute. Now he did his best to appear interested, while at the same time, discreetly unruffling the bindings of Draco's wings wordlessly. They had slipped off two times now, and Harry wanted to know how long he could keep it up before the Slytherin would tire of his unruly costume. He would look like a beige candlestick without the wings, and Harry contemplated if he should spell his hair black or maybe red with the illusion of flames? At Barty's insistent nudge, he returned his attention to the conversation at hand, realising that being pompous and self-important was not a trait reserved for the Malfoy family. Few had to say anything of substance. Harry wondered how Tom could suffer such unimaginative people. Neville, the twins, even Luna, ... especially Luna, were a lot more interesting. Conversations with them kept you on your toes. But here, it was politics, one scandal or the other or boring laws that would make the rich richer. Harry wanted to go home.