That was their job and for a moment Bill had to relent to some hefty internal deliberation. "That's true but," he began slowly, his eyes darting to the side, finding his reason to keep going, and pressing on with this noble, thirsty cause of his.

"Minne's right there," he tilted his head towards McGonagall, whose steely gaze seemed to sweep over the crowd, taking it all in and missing nothing.

"It's just for a quick smoke," Bill added, taking a step towards her, his elbow stuck out in the hopes she'd take his arm. It was a ball after all. "No reason not to."