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"It is not called the fellytone! It's the telephone, I thought we went over this is third year Muggle Studies!" Light green eyes, made up carefully behind gold-wire glasses widened in sheer indignation as she shook her head at the person before her. Why exactly they were striking up a conversation as something so mundane as school subjects could be anyone's guess, but then again, it was Stefana Catchlove, and well, most people had come to expect that from the blonde. A final shake of her head signaled that the conversation was over, for she was much more interested in the hor d'oeuvres, (yum, was that crab cakes she saw?!), she was quite surprised to find that she was actually having a pretty gosh darn swell time, because as everyone knew, Stefana and parties did not mix well.

Although she had to say that she was really looking forward to this one - she had always known that Rachel Englewood always threw the most impressive and smashing of soirées, and this was her second one! The emerald dress robes made a bit of a dramatic difference on her, and secretly she was thrilled every time she passed by a reflective surface. Although she had tried to take off her glasses and put them in her pocket, just because someone had once told her that she was prettier without them, it had been a bit of a disaster as she had nearly walked straight into a pillar and then into a door frame. Ah well, one couldn't have everything, right?

She didn't have that much to drink yet, but someone had passed her a flute of pumpkin wine and who was she to resist, right? It was a party! She sipped at it, humming along to the familiar holiday songs that wafted from the WWN's annual holiday programme, and bouncing slightly on her toes. Ooh, she so wished to dance, but it looked as though barely anyone was on the dance floor yet, although there were a few brave souls already there! But well, there did have to be enablers to get people moving, yes yes? She smoothed down her dress robes and pondered. Should she join the first few and set a fine example and dance with them, eventually encouraging others to come up? Or should she wait?

Oh, decisions, decisions! She twisted her mouth as she thought this over, but her train of thought was interrupted by a light tap on the shoulder. Turning her head, her face lit up. "Oh! You can help me decide!" she declared happily.