Bryony and Open
Bryony was only vaguely aware who Gregory Goyle was - and as far as she knew she had never spoken to him. Which made her invitation to his birthday somewhat confusing. Shauna, Allegra and Rowan had been invited as well, so it was probably a family thing. Her elder siblings had declined to attend, having better things to do with their evenings, apparently. Despite her limited social calendar, Bryony likely would have done the same except that she was intrigued by the idea of a 'casual' party with the pureblood society she was used to.
So she'd turned up, in her nicest dress robes, with a present that she allowed to be taken from her as soon as she arrived. She headed straight for the kitchen, thinking she could pick up a glass of wine she could sip at and then do a tour of the main party to see if anyone she recognised was in attendance. While she was there, though, she was distracted by a tray of little peach tarts. Not wanting to be seen eating it so soon after arriving, she glanced around the kitchen to make sure she was alone. She'd just taken a bit and had her mouth full when someone walked in on her.