Gidwyn had made an honest attempt to dress to impress for the evening's festivities. He'd been so excited to return to the British ministry after an absolute ETERNITY away on special assignment. He knew turnover was a thing, and he knew the workplace he'd return to would be much different than the one he left.. But when he took the assignment, he didn't know he'd be away so long, or that when he came back, so many of the people he'd gotten to know would have moved on, probably to bigger and better things.

So there he was, just like he'd always been at parties back in his younger days: Supporting the wall, and hitting the comfort food. Hard.

He cringed at the memory of his first few weeks at the ministry, and even moreso at the thought of having to go through the ice-breaking process with a hundred new faces. He prided himself on always being such an outgoing guy, but that was back home in Australia, where everything was so much more relaxed. Still, he crossed his fingers and hoped the workplace he was rejoining still had good, gracious people, and that he'd be on good terms with every single one of them before too long.