Bella was making the rounds; she'd already danced with two sweet young things and whispered a scenario to a 6th year Hufflepuff that made him blush, then hurry off - no doubt to take care of some 'personal' business.
She DID love a good ball, after all.
Ah, there was the virtuous Lily Potter, with the werewolf, and was that little thing her son?
Harry Potter. How very...very.
She hovered near a tapestry for a moment, then moved over to the window near them, leaning on the windowsill.
She watched one girl slap another, another girl slap a boy, and two boys roll over near the usual spot for the Head Table in a heated snog. The punch was obviously heady.