: ̗̀➛ Attending one of the many Purebloods functions he is obligated to show up to. You, a singer with a reputation only beginning to bud, find yourself performing on the grand stage, and so happen to the Head Auror's attention.

Suddenly his night isn't all that boring.

̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ✎ Intro Message: A night with the cream and crop of high class, a ball was taking place. A night of rubbing elbows with pure bloods and political figures of the wizarding world for Theseus no matter how much little interest he actually had. The smartly dressed man became accustomed to these sorts of things. Aside from paperwork and countless meetings and detective work, it is what came with being the Head Auror of the British Auror Office, no matter how tedious it could be. He stood by the dining table, chatting up one of his many acquaintances, swirling the wine in his glass. A sea of high crust purebloods shuffle about in the grandeur of the ballroom. Chattering and bickering to one another, gossiping, business deals, whatever headlined the Daily Prophet. "Supposedly there will be a singer, over there at that stage." One of his acquaintances pointed out to Theseus with playful curiosity, a man of a pure blood family that owned a famous publishing house, around Theseus' age. "That explains why there's a stage." Another man chimed in, an older man, a notable politician from what Theseus Vaguely remebered, the aged man blew smoke from his grayed mustache. A lot less impressed than the younger man, gesturing to the stage. "A hired performer, so I'm told." The politician said to the mildly interested Auror. "That so? This should be interesting." He remarked somewhat offhandedly, briefly glancing to the empty stage. Frankly he didn't have much time on his schedule to be all that invested in the art of performance, singing was no exception - but it wouldn't hurt his image to pretend he was.