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There was a lot of nostalgia in the air, but also sweets that were caked in sugar, beer sticking to the rims of people's glasses, and the sound of fun laughter. Mary was also happy that it was a great day to do some on-the-ground reporting with a mix of alumni and the community. "Excuse me, I'm here with the Daily Prophet today. Mind answering a couple of questions?"

Malcolm didn't like to do promotion but it was part of the bigger picture and he was willing to market Cachette like it was meant to. They weren't done with it quite yet as there had been some hurdles in the way, but they were getting closer to an opening date which meant putting it on people's radars. "La Cachette, remember that name," Malcolm said as his friendly house elf handed out flyers for a save-the-date. "It'll be the best place you've ever been to in only a few weeks."

The wedding was going smoothly and he thought Emir deserved every single moment of happiness. It was hard times surrounding the event, but he was happy that people could still hold onto moments of hope like tonight. But even with all the happiness and celebrating the couple's longing love and life, he was selfish to reflect on his feelings, still grappling with his failed attempt at dating. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Ignoring it felt messier, though. Beck found a quiet corner outside, the rim of his glass damp in his hand, the number of refills a hazy blur. The soft groan of a door opening made him turn. "You're fine. I was just heading back in."

Alice had a hard time leaving the house for too long without Neville, getting anxious when he wasn't in front of her and she could physically tell that he was fine. He was one month old now, strapped to her chest in a baby carrier as she walked around the festival. She was excited to be getting out the house, looking forward to see her friends. Seeing someone she recognised she smiled, walking over to them, taking Neville's little hand that was wrapped around her finger moving it as if he was waving to them. "Hi. It's good to see you."

Over time Alecto had developed a method to her madness, a way to keep a neutral visage written on her features; considering where she worked, everyday was a way to improve her acting skills. Taking a small break, the witch found a table in the back, sinking down in the plush cushion, leaning back whilst a leg crossed over the other.

"I don't remember being asked if that seat was taken," a snark in her tone, twisting her head to let her gaze fall on the one who dared to sit beside her. Most who were welcomed in her circle would not be put off by her manners, others, might wish to take it as a warning.

Aurora may have had an extra drink more than she should have, but the buzzing feeling that rippled through her body had her feeling like she was on cloud nine. These events made her nervous and a few drinks would always settle them.

She turns to the person who came up beside her. "What kind of magical creature is the worst for security?" The seer waited a moment before answering. "A porlock." A fit of giggles slip from her parted lips.

Apolline was excited for the gala. It was in gatherings like this where she thrived, an expectation that came from her parents, considering at some point she would be hosting her own once married.

The French witch had an extra drink in hand, weaving through the crowd until her gaze fell on one that seemed empty handed.

"Pour toi," she extends her hand, offering the drink. "Are you," a slight pause trying to put together the rest of the sentence, "enjoying self?"