Bri & Nik
Bríana was on door duty. There were a couple of people she'd invited who didn't know that they were allowed to simply walk in, and they were too polite to do so even if they had known that rule. They would learn. She would follow her dads' example and take any excuse for a get together so they had a chance to learn.
She was lounging on the ugly bench they insisted on leaving by the door for the purposes of putting on and removing shoes. Her attention was completely captured by a reread of The Hobbit, so she hadn't heard the approaching footsteps. Brí jumped a little hard at the knock, but she managed not to fall off her precarious perch.
Getting her feet under her, she checked her hair in the mirror and tugged at the hem of her crop top; it had ridden up while she was lounging. Everyone else was already there, so the person on the other side of the door had to be Nikolai Krum.
She opened the door and her smile froze for two seconds. He was not what she was expecting. "Hi," she said, a little more brightly than she meant to. "You must be Nik. I'm Brí. Come in. We're all in the back."