As normal, Celeste was late. She had tried to get to James' party earlier, but things kept getting in the way. First her dad wanted to talk with her via floo, to make sure she was safe and Quidditch practices were going okay... Then, she'd forgotten her purse at home and had to run back for it.
She arrived a bit harried, her hair a bit of a mess from apparition. She patted it down and went inside, raising an eyebrow at the dramatics already occurring.
"Hrm," she said, looking for either the birthday boy himself or someone she knew.