#modernmevent

The Minister’s event went as most of them did - decent food, subpar champagne, and horrendous company. Katherine had just been forced to make small talk with a woman about muggleborn rights for nearly a half hour before the woman finally left. As she took a sip of her champagne, Katherine closed her eyes and let out a sigh, turning as she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Well, they certainly did invite...everyone tonight, didn’t they?” Thorfinn mused, managing to keep the distaste out of his voice as he took a sip of champagne.

In the moments after the explosion, Violet could only foolishly think, “What is a dragon doing in Diagon Alley?” It was a few seconds before Violet’s common sense kicked in, and she realized that the noise she had heard had not been a dragon’s roar, and the heat had not come from fiery breath. Picking herself up--Violet didn’t even remember falling--Violet mentally checked herself over for injuries. She was fine, aside from a scraped palm and a little run in her nylons. Pulling her wand out--better safe than sorry--she moved back onto the street and nearly tripped over someone. “Are you all right??”