This... was a well appointed room. Albert had always thought so, and today, when it was full of people and tables and food and still was not dwarfed, he thought so again. It was a good spot for such a function, and he'd have to shake hands with the man or woman who had planned this event.

There was plenty of food too, which was one of those nice touches that was so often overlooked. Really, an event could be perfect but the food was inadequate, and it would forever be remembered as 'that time the Ministry served bad food'.

Merlin, what was he supposed to be doing? Ah, right, looking for Alexander. And maybe having a glass of punch. He was parched, and one did not go looking for the Minister for Magic with a dry mouth.