Upon being unable to decide which she hated most --dresses or dress robes-- Dora had simply stood in front of her closet, closed her eyes, spun around, and pointed. Her finger had ended up in front of a pair of sky blue dress robes and so she'd reluctantly slipped them over her head. There was little Dora hated more than getting gussied up, and so other than the robes she really hadn't. She'd changed her eyes to a bright blue so they matched her robes, added a bit of colour to her cheeks, and brightened up her pink hair a bit, but that was really it.
She'd always been a bit of a wallflower at these sorts of things, especially now that she had Remus, and thus had no reason to... well, flirt. She'd never really liked flirting or been very good at it to begin with, preferring doing things like this, scuffing her booted feet (because she also disliked nice shoes) against the floor and watching others. She'd helped the other aurors with searching at first, but eventually she'd wandered from that.
Besides, dodging the pesky cupids flying around was nearly enough activity for her. They were a rather nice touch, she had to admit, but she didn't fancy an arrow in her ass, thank you.