Rosalind was, surprisingly, enjoying herself. As the first whispers of a formal moved through the halls of Hogwarts, she’d been excited. Formal events were always her favourite. A chance to dress her best, drink champagne, and spend time in good company, was always something she’d be fond of. Except, this time, the company left much to be desired. Narcissa was there, of course, along with her other friends. She’d come with Gilbert, of course, but soon lost him in the crowd. If it meant business was going well, she didn’t mind that part too much. But now, growing bored and wanting attention, she set to seek him out.
He wasn’t hard to find. With a glass of champagne in her hand, she leant against the wall, waiting for him to finish with the Ravenclaw he was speaking to. “Enjoying yourself?” she spoke up, once the other witch had left.
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