The Yule Ball

Descartes smiled. "You're welcome."

The butler walked in and announced that dinner was ready then bowed and left.
"Would you like to stay?" Maik asked Descartes.

Descartes nodded. "I would love too." he says.

Maik smiled and led him to the dining room where Elrohir and her parents were already waiting.

Descartes nodded to them. He pulled out Maik's chair for her.

Maik thanked him and sat down, refusing to meet Elrohir's eyes. He sat in his own chair and smiled smugly at her.

Descartes sat beside Mai. He too avoided any of the other celebrian's eyes.

Artorius looked around the table. It was a little too quiet for his liking.
"So, Mr. Hubert, how did you meet Maik?"

Descartes looked up. "At the Yule ball, I believe."

"Did you?" Arorius replied as the servers brought the food in. He tried to hide a smile. "Isn't that were you were arrested and brought in for questioning?"
Maik groaned and looked as if she wanted desperately to hide under the table.

"Yes, it is. I was flattered really." Descartes said laughing softly. "The same place my mother and father joined Voldemort to protect me and Sonia."

"I wasn't aware of that." Artorius replied. "I was under the impression your parents had joined him in London."

"No." Descartes says. "They were 16 and 17 when they joined him." he poked at his food before trying it. "This is delicious. My compliments to the cook."

Elwing smiled. "Glad you like it. Arotrius is an exellent cook isn't he?"
Artorius looked sheepish and poked at his food.

Descartes smiled. "Yes, he is. I hope it runs in the family."

"It does." Artorius replied. "or didn't Maik tell you that?"
Maik blushed and stared at the salt shaker as if it was the most facinating thing in the world.

"We really didn't talk about our parents." Descartes says.

Artorius laughed. "I see. Well, if you'll excuse me I have some buisness to attend to."
He rose from the table and pushed his chair in. "Don't forget Descartes, I wish to speak to you privately before you leave."

"Yes, sir, I won't forget." Descartes says playing it cool.

"He doesn't bite, I promise." Maik whispered to Descartes. "I think he approves of you."