Belvina had taken a long time to dress for this evening, not wanting to appear outdated in her fashion sense and yet not truly happy with some of the robes the witches were wearing nowadays as, frankly, they looked sluttish which was something she never wanted to be associated with.
Therefore she had erred on the side of caution and worn a robe which, whilst revealing by her standards, was somewhat chaste for the age. The robe was in brighter colours and the semi-transparent gauze made it seem far more exotic than traditional velvets. It also meant that she was comfortable with her appearance and with her hair twisted up into an intricate style, she felt she looked presentable.
Arriving at the Manor, she was shown into where the family were. She had taken the liberty of finding pictures of most of the Notts - through both papers and Pureblood genealogies - and so Pansy was not hard to pick out.
"Good evening," she said, addressing everybody and noticing the tall, younger man. A quick thought ran through her brain along the lines of 'is this a set up?' yet she dismissed it as paranoia on her part. "Thank you so much for inviting me, Mrs. Nott. It's a pleasure to be here tonight."