Marlene/Charlie
Marlene loved this night. It was one of the few pureblood traditions that made her feel like being part of them as opposed to trying to hide her pedigree. It was a night where being a pureblood made you proud. She wondered how many Notts felt that way, and how much it was just something they did because they had to after all this time, but she was pretty sure that Stephen, at least, did it because he wanted to.
With this feeling of warmth and goodness (not that it stopped her from keeping an eye out on everything and making sure that security was at its best), she walked around the crowds.
For the occasion, she had worn a long dress with a matching red cloak lined in white fur. Her gloves, scarf and hat were also white with fur. She had even got matching boots, made for the snow, all white and fury. It kept her nice and warm even if her nose and cheeks must be as red as her clothes. When she saw a familiar red head, she walked closer and hooked her arm with his. "Hello, Mr. Head of the Reserve. How are you doing?"