Cecelia had been hearing for weeks now about the wedding between Malfoy and Black. Her family had been invited to attend the reception, all of them but her. Despite having the same last name as Cedric, people didn’t tend to believe the two of them were siblings, and Cecelia was often left out. She didn’t mind, usually. However, sitting alone on a barstool in a dingy bar in Knockturn Alley had her feeling like dancing, and what better place to dance than at a wedding?
Knowing where Malfoy Manor was, Cecelia apparated near the property, taking a moment to transfigure her clothes into something a little more wedding appropriate. A little red dress likely was against the dress code, but she looked hot and that was all that mattered. Finding an entry at the back with no security guards, she easily walked in as though she was a guest, and made her way on to the dancefloor.
She could already feel the eyes on her, both because her outfit stood out, and because of the Veela charm. More like Veela curse most of the time. But, Cecelia was used to having eyes on her and she didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, she simply began dancing, moving her body with the music. It didn’t take long before somebody came over and decided to join her.
