Was it possible to slink into a party? Aslan Evans certainly seemed to think so. It had nothing to do with the theme or general teen spirit invading the air of the common tonight, nor did it have anything to do with her mood for she was in a reasonably calm, almost pleasant atmosphere.

No, Aslan Evans was just tired. Tired and ready for a long sleep in her familiar four poster bed (or Minnie's).

She paused, however, to watch the festivities, her curiosity getting the better of her. Business as usual, the annual party had never been her thing. Too loud, too much going on, and too much need for concentrated focus.

But, it wasn't so bad if she closed her dark eyes and let her mind wander. She leaned back against the wall by the fireplace and just listened to the party.