Oliver was talking with a friend and Mandy excused herself to run to the loo. After refreshing her face and making sure her dress was still in place, she headed out, distracted by a familiar set of broad shoulders and ennui. Mandy wasn't exactly a Gala type of girl. She much preferred her books and lab to being out and about but she'd learned there were sacrifices when you dated a Quidditch player. Of course, no one really believed she was anything other than his latest shag and that was rather... disconcerting but she was dealing with it. Not very well but she was. Grabbing a flute of champagne, she caught Roger's attention, which didn't surprise her. They'd always been attuned to one another.
Her brow raised at the polite nod and she took a sip of her drink. "Shocking, I know," she said, following his gaze to Oliver. She smiled and shook her head, still amused that she was dating him. Glancing around, noting his comment, she nodded. "Either they're reusing decorations or their planning committee is terrible." Everything was pink. Blasted in pink, really. It was nauseating and Mandy actually liked the color.
At his compliment, she glanced down, shrugging. "Thank you," she said, moving out of the way of a passing witch, standing closer to him. "I think that's what I'm supposed to do now. Arm candy." She smoothed the lapel of his tux, the action more out of habit than anything. "You're cleaning up nicely these days. Where's your date?" She raised a brow and sipped her champagne. "Or are you planning on fishing from this lovely crowd?"