Lily and Severus
Lily is beautiful and has always been beautiful and is currently close to radiant... not that Severus would say any of that, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which involves his continued desire to live and Black is looming somewhere nearby, ready to defend someone's honour like he's a knight and not a Neanderthal.
No matter.
He shrugs, fingers ticking nervously over a porcelain stirring rod. Better for avoiding unintentional reactions, obviously, and not just meant for fidgeting. "I... this, yes. The rest... not as much," he admits. Fetes are not his scene. "I didn't know you'd be here."