The Ballroom - 10.45pm
Corbina had left the dance floor fresh from her turn around it with Mr Yaxley. The room was warm, or rather she was warm from dancing and laughing – and – perhaps being over zealous with her consumption of champagne from the beautiful crystal flutes which house elves and gentlemen kept passing to her hand throughout the evening. It had been weighing on Corbina’s mind for the many weeks running up to the ball, just how much or little she would enjoy herself at the event. She was much pleased to find that, unlike her expectations suggested, she was actually having a rather pleasant time. Her beloved brother was here, her parents and her friends – it had been a long time since she had the privilege of having them all collected in one place along with society’s elite. She found being around intelligent, well-mannered individuals who shared her views on many matters quite a joy indeed.
Refusing another champagne flute from a passing house elf who was balancing a tray aloft his pointy head, Corbina sashayed her way through the groups of milling people around the edge of the ballroom gracefully. Making her way to the refreshment table in order to hopefully find some cooling water. She had noticed Regulus from about six meters away, and approached him and the table, with a friendly smile. Her cheeks still flushed a shade of girlish pink from her dancing endeavours, she greeted her friend with a bow of her head and a rather cheery “Hello!” as she delicately poured herself a small glass of water and put it to her rather parched lips. This was her first time in meeting Regulus again after dinner service was over. In fact, it was the first she’d seen anyone of her own age since the meal. She turned back to face the dance floor and watched for a few minutes. “Don’t you dance Master Black?” Corbina asked Regulus without looking at him. There was a playful manner in her voice as she spoke, an almost coaxing tone