The evening was shaping up to be a gold mine for Marietta. The French Minister was a little too loud after his second glass of wine and Marietta overheard that international relations were troubled between the two countries due to the DMLE's refusal to grant the French Ministry access to Azkaban. She slipped into the loo only to overhear that the new Muggle Liaison Department was floundering with all key officials ready to walk out. The donation made by the Montagues was obviously made to ensure their good name was kept out of some scandal, but Marietta couldn't figure out which just yet. Still, there was enough to write a suggestive article. And, of course, the Wizengamot was being reviewed. Oh, it was a journalist's dream. She could hardly stop smiling.
A smile which didn't fade as she saw Rolf approach. His hand was warm on her back and Marietta nodded at his suggestion. "I would love to dance," she said happily and allowed her friend to walk her to the dance floor. "I didn't know you even knew how to dance."