Appearing suddenly at Harry's elbow was a somewhat less disheveled Hermione, a butterbeer in each hand. Thrusting one at Harry she smiled, "You look like you're thirsty. Where's Justin? I wanted to greet the host first but..." she trailed off craning her neck to look around the quickly filling room for the man in question. "And who are we not staring at? Oh, look, there's Susan. I wonder if Hannah is going to be here."
Turning her attention back to her best friends, a grin spread across her face, "Nice pants, Harry."