Sunila and Amelia
Since various people in the party were wearing nice clothes--or, at least, something a step up from 'casual'--Amelia felt out of place. Her own outfit consisted of jeans and a gray sweatshirt. But she was going to wallflower regardless of whether she belonged, so it didn't particularly matter.
After some time of standing around and staying out of everyone else's way, she worked up the nerve to get into the thick of the party. She meandered until she was near the person who looked the most accessible at the moment--the girl using (?) the beanbags. Amelia watched them float along, wondering if there was a meaningful explanation besides 'magic'.
"Um, is this easier than, than throwing them?" She asked quietly. Communicating over the network was easier since no one had to listen past her stutter, but that wasn't an option in person.