Henn had seen the post, she knew, sort of, who Michelle was, she'd heard the stories, which was why she'd flailed, warned her husband and her fiance that she'd probably be gone at least overnight, thrown a change of clothes haphazardly into a bag and ran full-tilt through the Backstage to get to the Guildhall, too scattered to even think of using a portkey.
She skidded to a stop in the foyer, leaving her bag on the coatrack, dragging a hand through her hair as she padded into the other room, only then realizing that she was barefoot, "Uh, hi. Mind if I, uh, crash the party?"