Harry and Jayne He's an Auror, he'll notice things, she thought, for that was all she could do right now. She didn't know whether she wanted Potter to realize something was amiss, or not. At the moment, the calming feeling remained, keeping her distantly aware of what was happening.
"I needed to get something from my office," her own voice spoke to Potter. "Feminine things." Her shoulders shrugged in a casual way that Jayne had never quite managed. "But I figured since I was here, I'd take a look to see what the party's about. What do you think - I'm a witch for halloween."
Jayne was beginning to become envious of Pandora, for she spoke with far more ease and wit than Jayne. In a way, it was what she'd always wanted, but could never do or be.