A vision in a slinky, hand-tailored dress draped herself over his shoulder. "Luciusss," she whispered, biting his ear playfully. "How nice to see you, brother dear."
Bella already had a glass of wine; punch was for the kiddies, of which there was a truly ... alarming ... amount. "You look smashing, love - and where is my sweet Cissa? And for that matter, my handsome nephew?"
She looked about, giving entirely inappropriate glances to seventh year boys - and girls. Bella was not choosy.