Sally Anne, quickly becoming bored by the proceedings, had returned to rifling through the catalog. She'd forgotten how much she didn't like champagne but she thought it best to keep up appearances and at least sip at her glass. People tended to look at you funny if you had too much or if you had too little.
Her eye had caught on an old painting of a fat old Wizard being attended to by his loving house elves. For good measure he would occasionally kick one, but it would only smile and double its efforts. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and let the catalog fall to the table. And was immediately startled by the presence of a face very close to her own.
"Hi!" She smiled, greatful to see him and doubly so as she was now no longer alone. Most of the purebloods didn't seem to know what to make of her, so they'd nod and make small talk and then hurry in their way. "I didn't even hear you leave this morning."
She took in his slightly ruffled appearance and the tired strain in his eyes so she stood up and gently smoothed down the front of his clothing and smiled again. "You're looking a little tireder than usual, everything alright?"