who: @vntonindolohov where: black family masquerade ball
Greta felt a little stupid for wearing such impractical shoes. She was already tall, she didn’t need shoes that gave her any more height, especially ones that were difficult to walk in. Feeling like she was awkwardly hobbling around a room with a bunch of people that she’d never really relate to, Greta decided that it was time to come up with a game plan. People weren’t that scary, she just needed to try to strike up a conversation. She was determined - she’d dressed up, it would be a shame to just turn around and leave. Although, a little voice in the back of her head kept telling her that all of the extravagance was in poor taste in the wake of everything that had happened. Especially thinking about Mary and Sirius and Fabian, and everyone else that had been pushed to hiding out. Surely, the Ministry would have to show some grace at some point.
She’d never really enjoyed the taste of alcohol, but decided to pick up a drink just so that she had something to do with her hands. Okay, she could do this. She could make conversation. Holding the drink out, she turned to the man nearest to her and said, “Do you know what this is? I don’t think I’ve ever had it before. It doesn’t look super appealing, does it?”