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Sebastian nodded thoughtfully, then let out a long sigh Harry took that to mean that he would drop the subject, and he walked back over to his desk, surreptitiously glancing over at theon his way

"Is she there?" Sebastian asked suddenly

Harry did not pretend tohis spot in the Russian document

"Is she there now?"

It was re tedious "Seb-"

"Now?

"Why are you here?"

Sebastian sat up a bit "I need you to go to the Smythe-Smith musicale on Thursday"

"Why?"

"I proo, and-"

"Whom did you promise?"

"It doesn’t matter"

"It does to htly, always an entertaining, if unusual, event "Very well, it’s roaned Any other feet out of it But a proo?" Sebastian asked

"Yes," Harry said with a sigh He hated these things, but at least at a musicale one didn’t have toHe could sit in his seat, say nothing, and if he looked bored, well, so would everyone else

"Excellent Shall I-"

"Wait a moment" Harry turned to him suspiciously "Why do you need me?" Because really, Sebastian hardly lacked social confidence

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably in his seat "I suspect my uncle will be there"

"Since when has that scared you?"

"It doesn’t" Seb shot hiust "But Grandmama is likely to try to mend the rift and-Oh, for God’s sake, does it o or won’t you?"