Hecate had left Serene to entertain guests in the entrance hall, and had begun to move through the party to see who she could see. She shared short snippets of conversation with a few other people, touching lightly on each guest, introducing some to others and guiding some apart, till the girl in the corner caught her eyes. Hecate, always drawn to those who stood apart, moved closer.
"Greetings," she said. She held a glass of champagne too, the liquid in her cup glowing a little. This close to the moment of the equinox Hecate felt compelled to sneak a little more magic into every motion; she was quite literally glowing with power.