"Ah, don't count on it. My mother still gets them," Faye grimaced at the thought of being that old and still receiving the nasty, little buggers.

She smiled at his question. "I'm not really having fun yet, though your company certainly brightened my evening." She glanced at the table full of punch. "I think it will only get interesting once they start spiking the drinks," she said. There was a reason why she was drinking so early. Knowing most of the Slytherin boys, it was very likely things would be shaken up soon.

"How about you? Have you seen that nice girl yet?" She asked, turning back to him, "what was her name again? Scarlett?"