Running her fingers through the folds of her dress, Glenda let no pleat or invisible lint go unattended to as she sat. Her dress was far too beautiful for those kinds of blemishes, and the task had proven to be a manageable distraction that was getting her through the rest of the night until it was professionally and socially acceptable to leave.

Oh, that sounded horrible. She really shouldn't be so unwilling to attend her own party. The WWN had really outdone itself, inviting practically the whole of the Wizarding World to help 'welcome her back' to Britain's airwaves. The network had been more than happy to accept her back when she (Sturgis) had contacted them, but had made no mention of something like this until last week after everything had been finalized. All she had asked for was her job back, but apparently her celebrity status had grown substantially with her absence and things like this had become necessary.

She had spent the first good part of the party clutching tightly onto Sturgis' arm, feeling not only uneasy but lost as witch after wizard continued to appear in front of her, asking questions, telling jokes and attempting to have ernest conversations with the woman of the hour. It felt strange having so many familiar faces and names rushed back upon her, and many times already she had wished she was her formal self. If this had been three years ago, Glenda knew she would have chatted up the entire room already instead of giving half-empty smiles, dutiful nods and soft answers.

Now, though, Sturgis had long ago left her side. A tactic she knew no doubt had been purposefully planned down to the minute. It had generated the same feeling within Glenda when he had shown up an hour early before this whole thing started, asking if she minded escorting him, and then offering to drop Tristan off at her Aunt and Uncle's to ensure that she would have enough time to get ready because she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. She knew he was only trying to help with her readjustment process, which made her love, and hate, him more because of it.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Glenda looked up to catch glimpses of the party from outside. Her aimless wandering had lead her to party's outside grounds, a rather nice garden area with sparkling lights and nearby fountain. A few people were nearby, but she didn't mind much. The atmosphere reminded her of Italy.


OOC: soo it's safe to assume Gleny basically knows everyone, WWN would've made sure all friends were here LOL and if she didn't, all famous people were invited anyway so YAY

Dianna was more than impressed with herself. Well, her work-self, anyway. Her home self was a complete and utter disaster and now she was staying over at her brother’s flat with his rich quidditch playing roommate whom Dianna was just so embarrassed to be around, but was able to make him do whatever she wished----anyway. She was very proud that her music exhibit was so popular, and she was even prouder that the head curators were already asking her for ideas for future endeavors.

Sigh. See, she could control something in her life. Her therapist said that was very important, something she could control, but not control too much and---therapy talk did not make her happy. Dianna wanted to be happy, and she linked her fingers behind her back and watched Felix Ackerly take in the Hobgoblin exhibit.

“From their first concert,” she chirped, even though he’d probably read the signs and labels on the instruments. “The band they were opening for didn’t show because of some freak magic carpet accident, and well...the rest is history.”

Dianna watched his face, his very cute, very very cute face, for the ‘wow’ factor that usually showed up on their visitors when they saw the---get this, the notebook that Kirby Catchlove scribbled their first #1 hit in.