Renata walked into the gala surprised she'd made it in time. She'd only been in town for a few hours and her parents had told her about the little soiree upon her arrival. Thankfully she had something fairly suitable to wear. All she wanted to do was find Ave, but she couldn't resist in a situation like this to say hello to some old friends that she hadn't seen in years.
Her old Quidditch captain wasn't hard to spot standing about with a few others in blue. They looked a little familiar, but Renata was never very good with names. She snuck up behind Roger as quietly as she could in the heels she'd worn. Bloody things hurt and they'd definitely be gone before the night was through. She slipped her slightly roughened hands in front of his eyes and whispered in his ear, her grin evident in her voice. "Guess who? If you can't remember perhaps a trip beneath some bleachers will jog your memory dear Captain?"