Nina & Cassiopeia
Cassiopeia too had attended simply because it seemed expected of her. She didn't enjoy visiting Ravenmoore, and she especially didn't enjoy the cacophony that was modern music, and what the people of the 21st century termed 'dancing' but she didn't consider worthy of the name. So she arrived early, intending to stay a very short while, and leave before the noise and the crowding became unbearable. She had a new dress from her dressmaker for the occasion, modestly cut, but in a vivid shade of green, with long layered skirts. As always, her wand nestled in a concealed pocket. Cassiopeia Black didn't trust muggles, not even when she was attending their social events.
After a brief period of greeting others, and carefully noting the arrivals and who spoke to whom - useful information, perhaps - she headed for the upstairs bar, and ordered a large glass of wine. Entirely necessary, if she were to get through the evening without undue fretting. As she took a sip from her glass, her eyes were drawn to a woman in a red dress, wearing sunglasses. Unusual, she thought, for the evening, but almost all muggle fashions seemed absurd to her. And that finger-tapping seemed almost expectant.
Cassiopeia ventured a small smile. 'Are you waiting for someone?' she asked.