Cassandra smiled at Johnson's. For a muggle he had an interesting look that made her suspect if he was actually magical, a metamorphmagus at least.
As they passed he door she didn't know whether to follow suit with Anya's attitude as they passed the bouncers entering the club. She couldn't believe that it was as packed from the line of people still waiting to get it. She squeezed Anya's hand tighter as they were led through the crowd after Johnson.
"Where are we going?" She tried to ask over the music bouncing off the walls over the clubs. She worried if she lost grip of Anya's hand that she would be lost in the crowd.