Aside from the pastries that scream miserably before you shove them into your mouth, a wizard's cocktail party isn't much more interesting than a mortal's. Considering Zheng Qing's current situation, even that remnant of fun needs another markdown.
As for those sneaky glances at the party, Zheng Qing had long since become immune.
If, during his more than two years at First University, the thing he had mastered the most was little tricks for counter-curses, then the second thing he had mastered was learning not to care too much about others' opinions—as the Doctor would say, if you care too much about others' opinions, you'll become their underpants, having to catch every fart they let out.
The Doctor rarely uses coarse language.
So when he does, it's best to listen.
