After having successfully avoided the embarrassment of singing Valentine's at breakfast that morning, Faye had decided the worst was over and it wouldn't kill her to make an appearance at the ball. Besides, her mother had just recently owled her to stress the fact that she needed to mingle and socialize more. If word reached her that her one and only daughter had passed on such a great opportunity as this one, she was sure to receive a howler.

Faye really didn't like howlers.

And so she found herself in the great hall, wearing a delicate but simple white dress for the occasion. She observed the people on the dance floor and sipped from her glass of punch which tasted, despite it's horrible color, not half bad.