Ian!
Liz squirmed uncomfortably in her seat, lips twisted and ankles crossed. She had not been to one of these fancy events in a long, long time and the alarming number of celebrities, dignitaries, ministry officials, it was---overwhelming. There were cameras, their flashes going off rapidly with each swirl of the dance floor, and Liz could barely move to pick at her food in fear that they were going to photograph her and plaster her face all over those rags for--for no reason at all!
She was here for Katie, she's here for Katie, Katie, Katie. The mantra was in a continuous loop in her head, a constant reminder as to why she had accepted the invitation from the Ministry of Magic. Her daughter had survived the virus outbreak, thanks to the healers at St. Mungo's, the least she could do was show her support here in a dress that was on loan. Liz shut her eyes to try and force down her anxieties of being in this situation, as the large crowd wasn't helping, and she must have looked like a mad woman.
Air! Maybe she needed some air? Liz scooped up her ruffled skirt and moved as quickly as she could through the crowd. She'd go outside just for a moment, a moment was all she needed---there had been a quiet lobby where she'd checked her coat, she could rest on one of the unnecessarily lavish couches.
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