Matt/Lydia/Freya/Gabe
Unlike most of Camelot, Lydia wasn't in it for the excuse to let loose. Maybe once upon a time she'd attended Camelot's parties with the intent of being social, when she and Matt were dating she could remember many times where they'd gone to something like this together and it'd always been nice. They may have gotten into a fight during nearly every single one, but it never ended in them. That's what counted, didn't it?
Lydia always hated the strange feeling that accompanied memories like that now. Almost like she was looking at a past life and the life she could have had all at once.
It'd never been easy, but especially after her surprise run-in with Matt a few months ago, it had been even harder for her to stop thinking about him, much harder then it usually was. She hated it. She hated that no matter what she did, it was impossible to put him completely out of her mind. She hated that even after spending all this time apart, one chance encounter after two entire years could still completely uproot her.
She hated that he'd turned her into a total cliche, drinking to forget an ex-boyfriend.
Lydia was a lightweight, so it's not as if she had to drink all that much. One and a half, just enough to take the edge off. Wearing a dress was also about as festive as she was going to get for this, a blue green color that flowed easily around her ankles. Being that her family were the hosts it was expected, despite Lydia's lack of personal ties to the day. This was more Daniel's thing, the Evans side of the family had never been as connected to the magic in Camelot the way the Morgans always had.
It'd only been a few hours since Lydia had forced herself to come downstairs and join the party but she was already looking for an excuse to escape it, having been on the hunt for Charlotte when she turned a corner and came face to face with... "Matt?" And Freya and Gabe.
Her surprised outburst came in between a song change though the volume of her voice was still loud enough to carry, but she didn't sound immediately angry for once. His back was to her and the lights were dimmed (while flashing at the same time, somehow, that was annoying), but she knew it was him instantly. And he was dancing? He hated dancing. Or at least, he had when they were together. Normally that train of thought would be enough to immediately set her on the path to picking a fight, but she was so surprised and almost borderline amused she briefly forgot to be pissed at him. Miracles did happen.