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Delana leaned against the wall, near the entrance. She slipped her right foot out of a high heel, wincing slightly and wriggling her toes about. Owww, those things bloody hurt! Her mask, it was elaborate, all feathers and pretty dangly things; she was in love with it, and had to resist the urge to take it off so she could gaze at it. Although the point of the mask, and this ball, was to not recognize the person talking to you, people had already come up to her. It was the hair, of course. It was always the hair.

She took a sip from the fruity punch she had procured from the table over yonder and observed the dance floor with interest. She had already seen her big brother and Dorcas, whom she nearly didn't recognized, because well, Dorcas was all dressed up! The Auror looked stunning when all dolled up, Delana made a mental note to tell Derek to pass on that message to Dorcas later. She only felt slightly disappointed that there were less boys offering to escort her to the ball than she had expected; of course, there was Heathcliff, but really, he was Heathcliff. So she had decided to go stag and play the field. Who knew so many Ministry workers were so young and cute! Of course, she had to check over her shoulder for Derek when she flirted with them, per usual.

She readjusted her mask and almost missed the person sidling up next to her. She turned to the girl and gave her a big grin. "Rosie!" she exclaimed warmly, to make herself heard over the music and the noise. "Where'd your dashing date run off to?"