Astoria had mixed feelings about this party. For one, Marcus was the host. This meant that all manor of sleezy fangirls were going to show up, their brains as developed as the backend of a Niffler, but pretty enough for the entire team to shag. On the other hand, it was better than going over her notes and practicing her charms. A party meant alcohol, which meant a bit of relaxation and hopefully someone wither talking to.
Having changed into a purple corset-style top and a matching black skirt, she apparated over to the party. She wasn't at all surprised that there were already what seemed to be a thousand bloody woman all over the place. Rolling her eyes, she made her way through the crowd in search of a drink. She had a feeling she might need one.
Finding the bar, she ordered a neat glass of Ogden's. Taking a sip she let her eyes move over the crowd, once more debating whether it had been worth it to come.