"No, I’m-- I’m not--hungry.....” Ron muttered, wiping his eye with the corner of his sleeve. He took a deep breath. “Thanks though.”

“Watch where you’re going, you dolt!” she snapped at a passerby who stepped on had bumped into her, not for the first time. Pansy was never much of one to party, but that didn’t mean she was happy with having to, essentially, work the event. Especially one with hundreds of scantily clad women wearing cheap imitations of her heritage and culture. Upon being shoved again, she spun on her heel. “I swear, if you run into me one more time, I’ll make sure you don’t have a foot to run with anymore...” She glared darkly in their direction.

“What am I doing here? Oh, I forget things. That is to say, I make others forget them. You know, writing down the names of those who are Obliviated during the day, fetching the coffee without the sugar and such. That sort of job. I have a fancy clipboard and everything, not that you really need to concern yourself with that. I’m- I’m sure you have quite the full schedule. So dreadfully sorry- What were you here for again?“

“This hunch punch shit is too fucking sweet.”

“The Order in the Ministry? I guess it was a good thing I did not show up. Oops.”

“Lizzie? Lizzie? Oh for god’s sake...” Phillip pivoted several times, trying to catch a glimpse of his sister’s braid-bedecked head in the crowd, but there were so many bodies milling about that he couldn’t spot her anywhere. Why did they need punch? He shouldn’t have gone for it, he should have just... okay, well, Accio-ing it across a crowd of Muggles was probably a bad idea. But still. Now, keep calm, Phill, she’s a grown woman, and these are... probably all Muggles. More likely than not. He took a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth. He was just getting worked up by the crowd and the fact that he hadn’t seen Elizabeth, or even spoken to her, in two years. It would be okay. He would find her. Maybe... maybe he should just ask around? Someone might have spotted her. Phillip turned and tapped the nearest person on the shoulder. “Pardon me, you haven’t seen a rogue Leia wandering around and shoving her blaster in people’s faces, have you?”

“If anyone in a long, dark trench coat asks if you’ve seen a dashing ginger today. You’re going to tell them no. Not that I think you’re going to see them, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry. I can’t help it he was so gullible.”

“I am sorry to be bothering you, but the Vice Director is wanting these trip reports by the afternoon. He is being wanting to know who has been on leave for business or for...other business, if you are getting his drift.“