Harry was lucky enough to be one of the Aurors who got to wander around the actual party, making sure everything was staying in order. He was pretty sure he would have gone mental if he had been stuck standing at the edge of it all and just watching.
The Atrium looked really good. Not quite as good as it had at Christmas but still pretty spectacular. He was one of few people not dressed in some sort of green, but he had a decent excuse in that he was in his Auror uniform. The worst part of working at the party was not being able to drink though, a St Patrick's day without alcohol was a bit sad.
Weaving his way into the crowd, Harry looked around for faces he recognised.