Scott and Jill
Jill was used to Pack parties by now; there was always that slight note of "how odd," but she was pretty damn much used to them. She was dating Parrish, she knew Kira...
... had known Kira. Had to keep reminding herself of that. God, it sucked that her friend was gone. Her friend, her Guardian, and Scott's girlfriend. She hated that she hadn't spent as much time with Kira as she could have just as friends. They hadn't hung out nearly as much as they could've, and now they didn't have that opportunity. Wouldn't have it. But Jill was who she was, and she refused to let herself get too down. Grieve the loss of her friend, but not get down and depressed.
She thought Kira would approve.
Jill was outside mingling with people most of the time, but every once in a while she'd duck inside for a few minutes just because Moroi plus sunlight equaled blech, which was exactly how she was able to find Scott. "Hey," she said quietly, sitting next to him but giving him a little space -- just standing here wouldn't have helped, looming over someone having a panic attack was just stupid. "What's up?"