Minerva had been on the look out for any odd behaviour since receiving her owl from Theodore. The Order members were mobilised - she hoped - but surely any major public gathering in the town would be deemed to be some sort of target.
She was dressed in her finest robes, but was certainly ready for anything untoward to happen.
The place was already abuzz by the time she got there, her mind on anything but the fripperies and fancies of the evening. Hopefully those floating cupids knew better than to even dare to aim their arrows in her direction. She highly approved of the security checks being carried out upon arriving, glad to know that finally someone was actually thinking.