Susan/Open
Susan knew the party actually started at 8 o'clock, but she had just managed to make herself look human somewhere around 9. That meant she didn't actually arrive at Lavender's shindig until 9:30. But whatever. Time constraints weren't something she really worried about when it came to parties.
She had contributed a bottle of wine and whiskey to the assortment of alcohol and grabbed herself a glass of something that looked and smelled like long island iced tea. Leaning back against a wall, she carefully looked around at all of the people who had shown up. It had become a fun little game of guessing who was really who when many seemed to be the wrong gender. What an interesting little spell.