"Excuse you, we are not idiots. We are wankers." Sirius said it with conviction, then he stalked off toward the stage, only stopping once to yell out to his brother across the room. "Oi! Reg! I'm the lad with the guitar! I can't wave during..."

"He really is a wanker," Barty ascertained, amused anyhow. Poor Regulus, such an emotional whiplash. "That went well. Now relax. Look at us, daringly dating in public."