Lenora/anyone
Lenora hadn't known about this ceremony throughout her childhood years. She'd heard about it when she was at Hogwarts, and all the snobby students in Slytherins always talked about it like it was the best pureblood tradition. So after school, she'd always made a point to come.
It was beautiful, she wouldn't say otherwise, but she didn't see what was so strange about this. London was full of lights this time of the year, and most people could be nice an entire month and not one night out of the year. There were days, like this one, when she was reminded how snobbish and close minded wizards were. Her mother would scold her for that, telling her to fit in or she'd spent her life walking between two worlds and never fitting in.
It was hard to want to fit in after the past few months people had tried to kill them. Still, this was where the money was, so she'd put a smile and try.