Sally had amused herself by flitting from one group of her friends to another. She loved parties, and this one was chock full of her mates. She had made sure to wish both Harry and Neville a happy birthday, and gave them both a helping of various kinds of chocolates the size of their heads.
Sally had just went an refilled her drink, and was looking to see if she had missed saying hello to any of her friends, when her eyes landed on Harold. While they weren't necessarily friends, per se, he was in her house, and she supposed she should say hello. She only wished that he wasn't going to try to sell her something, but knowing him...
Sighing, she made her way over to him, her ever-present smile on her face. "Hey, Dingle. Having a good time?"