Severus & Dorcas
At some point closer to the end of the evening, Dorcas would silently walk over to Severus and extend the glass of wine held in her non-dominant hand. Don't worry, she'd made sure to inquire with the bartender to confirm it was what he was already drinking. After all, she had noticed the Slytherin's current glass was nearly empty when he came into her line of sight after she was done with her self-guided tour.
Bringing her own to her lips, she looked out towards the crowd that was only beginning to thin out. The longer she took in the ridiculousness before her, the higher her eyebrows slid up her forehead; it really was a bloody sight. She shot a tired look over at Severus before shaking her head. "I've been coerced into these things since I was yay high, and... I still don't understand the appeal."