#mim.open

It certainly could have been a lot worse; and at least she wasn’t actually at St. Mungo’s during this.

Still, it felt weird being at work while hoping no actual work had to be done. That was the irony when you worked in health care; having tasks meant that something went wrong, and while she loved being a Healer and thrived on keeping herself busy, she always hoped for the exact opposite – for everything to just go smoothly. So when she noticed a figure approaching the tent, she quickly made her way over to the front, the words automatic before realization of who it was even kicked in.

“Hello there – did you need some help?”

Unless you enjoyed being miserable, and she just never considered herself to be that type of person.

With colour-changing drops in her drink and a glow-in-the-dark necklace hung loosely around her neck, Maya could have been surrounded by absolute strangers and not had a single semblance of caring. This… this was her element. Yet she got carried away, as she so often did, attempting to make her way through the crowd for a re-fill.

Why didn’t they just refill themselves? Had they not yet come that far?

Stumbling around, a foot that was just slightly stuck out managed to end up right in front of her, sending her falling forward – and the cup went flying. A sound of panic immediately left her mouth, forgetting that the damn thing was empty, and she ever-so-gracefully grabbed onto the nearest person, pulling them down to the ground with them. “Ow – oh, my bad – sorry about that!”

Cup of Dragon Scale in hand (her third one, mind you), her hair swung back and forth as her head shook to the beat of the song, entirely unaware of anyone else around her. Potentially not the best situation to put herself in, all things considered, but she had passed the point of caring about… oh, half an hour ago. Now, she was singularly focused on having a good time – and that meant getting snacks.

Shoving her way through the crowd, Mary made her way over to the Honeydukes stand, staring up at the menu in awe – and unable to make a proper decision, spoke her choices out loud to the nearest person. “All right – chocoballs or pumpkin fizz? It’s a tough choice.”

The taste in music for the event though, well it certainly left something to be desired. Couldn’t they have had a classy event? Something nice. With an orchestra or a string quartet and champagne and everyone dressed in their finest. Not this...rave? Concert? Whatever it was, it didn’t suit Lucius. But no major event happened in the wizarding world without his presence.

He sighed to himself as he hung back at the edge of the crowd. “An interesting choice to try and raise money. You would think if they’re looking to attract those with money the would do something a little more...tactful. My mother refused to come this evening and I can’t really say that I blame her.”

While thinking of young children not having had the experience she was lucky enough to be given broke her heart, her little bit of money could go nowhere better. She dressed herself to the nines, fixed her fiery red hair and plastered a genuine smile on her face as she saw the enormous turn out. Lucinda couldn’t help but stand in awe, eyes cascading around the room with memories of her sisters and parents. Without recognizing it, she was also spinning the ring given by her biological mother, Aisling Quinn. 

Something about the scene made Lucinda feel like she was floating on a cloud, but decided she should make that ride a reality. She ran over to the queue and wiggled in. “Looks like you need someone to share a cloud with,” she said in her coy and quirky way.

At least she hoped so.

Turning to the person next to her, Mary glanced back at the game, knowing going against someone would be easier. Plus it wasn’t as bad when you lost to someone rather than just… in general. Honestly, those glasses had to be greased because she tossed the ring right onto them. “Tell you what, I’ll bet you… five whole knuts” clearly very confident in her abilities “that I can get a higher score than you in the first round”.