Millie, he noticed, wasn't.  She saw him and raised her glass to him in a silent toast.  His lips curved up in a smile and he nodded and raised his own glass back to her.  One of men near her, still trapped in the haze, caught Theo's eye.  It took him a moment to place who he was, which was odd enough in their small world.  When he did, he sucked in his breath.  He wouldn't have expected Percy Weasley, Gryffindor head boy and all-around rule abider, to be at one of Goyle's parties.   He wondered how that had played out, but, more, he admired the man's appearance.  He'd broadened a bit since he'd left Hogwarts, and the way he'd seemed to plead for approval with every slump of his shoulders had been replaced by a physical confidence undimmed by pressed lines in an oxford shirt wholly out of place in a room filled with people who'd gone for the dramatic and wanton.