@dashing-diggory | burke gala
Mary had been dancing, for a while and stumbled off the dance floor to find herself with a flute of champagne in her hands when her eyes landed on Amos Diggory. In the best of ways, much like all those she actually considered herself familiar with her did stick out. It was a good thing, she decided.
"Oh, hi! Looking great. Again." She shook her head. "Is that going become a habit, too?" A pattern. Somehow whenever Amos was involved Mary found herself following patterns entirely by accident. No intention, or logic behind it. "Isn't this wonderful? Everyone is having such a great time."












