Reception Hall

Emma had just returned from the dining hall, hoarding a plate of chocolate treats when she bumped into the back of Curtis on her way back to Avileene, "Hm? Oh, hello again!" She chirped with a grin. She'd almost dropped the plate, but alas, that misfortune had been avoided by some sort of miraculous miracle.

As the Veela's eyes made contact with her, she felt her heart stop. Even though they had no feral spark as the Vellas did when she was younger, she still felt her back burn as if her scar was reopened.

"Don't be such a Slytherin, loosen up" Medea laughed, not fully genuine though, and pulled her friend towards the dance floor. She cared none for the richly dressed people that obstructed their way. It was either move out of the way or get ploughed down

Medea being Medea, wouldn't take no for an answer. She was stubborn, stubborn like a little child. She almost was a little child, never having a real childhood when she was younger.

He turned and laughed.
"Oh hey there again." He looked at what she was carrying.
"What's that?" He asked with a curious glance.

As they joined in with the other dancers, Madison's mind drifted, and merely followed Gabriel's steps, rather than bother paying any attention to the music. She took no pleasure at all in dancing, despite knowing how to, it didn't even matter who her partner was. Gabriel simply made it ten times more displeasing.

As Gabriel was looking around the reception hall, studying people no doubt, Madison instead, focused on a spec on his shoulder. She didn't really care to know who may have been watching.

She hadn't expected to be questioned about the Ministry tonight. Once Gabriel had mentioned it, her hand in his grew frail, and she lowered her head so his voice would not be so loud in her ear. Then, after a moment of recomposing, she tilted her head up so that she may speak in his ear. She didn't feel like sharing today, "You mean you don't know?" she asked in a mocking tone.

"Um.... not stolen." Was at first her reply. Then she realized he must have been asking what kind of treat it was. She smiled, offering up the plate for him, "Some sort of chocolatey goodness. Care to try one? I thought it might cheer up Avileene.

He laughed.
"Really? It's not stolen? Yeah I'll try one." He picked one up and popped it in his mouth.
"Mmmm. That's good!" He chewed it a little before swallowing.

"I thought so too." She said with a smile, "Now where did I leave her?" She looked around as though hunting for treasure, until she spotted where she'd left her heels. If one didn't know any better, they'd have thought Emma planned that one out. The would be silly though.

She hurried back to the pillar where she had left her friend, and hid around the front of it so all Avileene would see is a floating platter. "Care for some choc-a-lot?" She said, pronouncing it wrong for her own amusement. She then peered around the pillar to see if her friend was still there.

Dein stepped back out into the Reception Hall and placed his hands into his pockets. There wasn't much left for him to do now except wait until the Ball was over. He glanced at his watch for a moment, and then the door where the students had come in at.

He smiled and followed standing next to Emma and waiting to see if there was a response.

Medea laughed, grinning mischievously as she twirled her friend round.

"I can't help it, i do have bad blood running in my veins" She was referring to her Deatheater parents of which she had soon rejected. No longer was she forced to follow their long line of traditional Pureblood views as there was no longer anyone to stop her.

She sent a slither of magic, quickening up the tempo of the song. It was surprising that it hadn't transformed into some death metal knowing her magic skills...

Peaople were casting surprised glances at the sight of the Hudson daughter dancing, what more dancing lively. It would certainly spark some gossip.

As Gabriel glared at her, she merely stared back inquisitively. His lack of response only told her that he really didn't know, but he was curious, at the least. Could that be the hint of a conscience that he was displaying? To want to know the secrets of the organization he worked for?

"And what concern is it to you, Mr. Sheridan?" She asked, though her expression betrayed nothing that was going through her mind.

Why had this man become an Auror in the first place? If Madison's judgment about his persona was accurate, he could find other work that was better suited to him. But if she was wrong, there was a chance that someone like him could actually do some good for the world. He didn't appear to want to turn a blind eye like she would have suspected.

"As is the way of such a Department." Madison replied mildly, before pulling away from him, "I believe you've had my time long enough. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Sheridan." She said with only a curt nod, before retreating back to where her fellow staff member, Michelle stood.

On her way over, however, she had to stop as an all too familiar scent filled her senses. She turned around to see a waiter carrying her favorite wine, and could not let the opportunity pass. "Excuse me." She said as she approached the waiter, only to grab one of the glasses from his tray and return on her way with only a swift 'Thank you.'

She approached Michelle without a word, and merely observed the rest of the festivities. She might not have been chaperoning very well, but no one had started any fires yet, so things must have been getting on just fine without her.

Michelle had stayed in a corner of the room for most of the evening, taking her role as supervisor chaperone. She hadn't drank (much) or danced (at all). At least the students, on their part, hadn't been (too) rowdy.
Madison came towards her, pausing briefly to take a glass of wine. Michelle frowned at her at she neared, ready to scold, before sighing and letting it off. In another situation, she probably would have told the History Professor off. In this festivity, however... who was she to tell someone not to drink?
Even if the someone may or may not have been a former alcoholic. She sniffed.

"Smooth night?" she asked, as one of the staff called for attention. The crowd slowly trickled away, heading towards the auditorium. She lingered behind to make sure all the students actually went.

Avileene's eyes widened slightly as the chocolate magically appeared so close to her eyes, making her go rather cross eyed. She had to back peddle a bit in order to relax her eyes and focus, and maybe give her a bit more time to think. It was Emma who was holding the chocolates, and Avileene couldn't help but smile. She was a nice girl, a very sweet girl. She didn't scare Avileene so much anymore, and she always had good intentions.

A very quiet giggle escaped, and she nodded her head, taking a small piece of chocolate and slipping it between her lips.

"Thank you, Emma," She was happy, and gracious, however still very quiet as she spoke.

Emma grinned as her friend took the chocolate, but then turned around as a man came and announced the concert would now be starting, "Oh! Quick, we have to get good seats!" Emma didn't want to be stuck in the back somewhere. She put the platter down on the floor, and then hooked an arm around Avileen's and dragging her towards the way the crowd was going. She also hooked her other arm around the arm of the Ravenclaw boy as she passed by him, "Come on Curtis!" Meanwhile, Emma's shoes were left forgotten by the wall. She probably wouldn't remember them until they all got back to Hogwarts.

He laughed and hooked his arm through hers.
"Easy there Emma we have time." He smiled at her.
"Not many people have the enthusiasm you have to get there first."

She already did but it wasn't exactly what she would have called 'fun'

Banishing the grim thoughts. Medea carried on twirling Blaire round, nearly tripping on her own heels a few times. "I'm doing everyone a favour" She grinned, "They should liven up every once in a while"

She herself glanced round the rooms, picking out the various people who came either with hopes to make contacts, publicity or just desperate to have someone in their bed. There were only a few who came out of recreational purposes, most of them were Hogwarts students.

"Okay" she replied eyeing the moving throng of people towards the concert hall. The fresh air appealed to her more than music despite her musical hobbies when she was younger.