She really needed to speak to some of the guests, Morag thought. Antonin was already down there. She had seen him greet some slip of a brunette...Parkinson, likely, judging from the toddler with her. Her sour expression smoothed as she watched him kneel down to the child, and she ended up smiling.
She was headed in that direction when she caught sight of Kevin and his little group, and she decided she'd much rather talk to them. Especially if Megan was going to look so delicious in a little bit of a dress that looked like it was made of crochet.
But then the odor of food, good food...Leonid's food...wafted over to her, and she found herself making a beeline for that, instead. She'd have a little snack and then greet her guests.
Gods, at this rate, her armor wasn't going to fit next time she put it on.