Hannah and her dad arrive
Hannah fidgeted with her dress. She hated dressing up, but she always came with her father every year to the Ministry Christmas party. It was the one night he asked her to actually dress nice.
"Anna," her father said, touching her arm. "It's not that bad, you know. I'm sure several of your friends will be here tonight since some of them now work at the Ministry. You won't have to stand in a corner sipping hot cider this time, I promise."
Hannah sighed. She knew he was right, but in the end she still ended up in a corner drinking hot cider or feeling self-conscious for being in a dress. And the dress was quite nice - gold to compliment the gold color of her hair.
"I know, Dad," she replied, looping her arm through his as they walked through the doors. "Go on and talk to your colleagues. I'm sure I'll find someone to amuse me after a bit."
Tristan Abbott kissed his daughter's cheek and disappeared after a "see you later" had left his lips.
Hannah stopped her fidgeting and started toward the beverage table, intent on getting quite sloshed this evening.