Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} curapersonalis) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Melinda had strangely been looking forward to the Gala. At first she'd only been attending because her parents thought it would be good to make an appearance and cultivate a few connections, but the idea of dressing up for pleasure had appealed to her. Her costume was elegant and understated, nothing an actual vampire would likely take offense to, and though her parents had been a bit less than amused, they hadn't said a word against it.
After arriving with them and turning over her wand, Melinda quickly disappeared into the crowd to mingle and chat with acquaintances. After and hour or so, Melinda was desperate for a drink and made her way over to one of the cocktail tables to snag herself a glass of white wine. She was just raising it to her lips when she spotted a familiar face. "Cho? Is that you?"