Padma was on time, with Oliver in tow. He'd begged, pleaded and finally convinced her that it would be a perfect spying opportunity. 'There'll be plenty of people I could get information from - and Turpin says her dearly beloved is comin', it'd be a good chance for us tae see how he gets on in public.' It had been the mention of old & mouldy that had convinced her, and so they'd arrived, James with his Malfoy worthy blonde locks and a suit fit to sweep Jane Austen off her feet ('You're last name begins with a 'c' now, in case you haven't forgotten, Mr. Crotchup?') and Padma in the wonderful gown from Theodore.
Speaking of, Padma glanced about for her friend, intent on thanking him once more for the gown and hoping to congratulate him for what was looking to be an excellent affair.