she felt incredibly unlike herself. The dress was a glove, black and silky. meant to grab attention but subtly- That's how Bastien had explained before. It wasn't her taste, or her scene and as the music swelled around her Aslan began to regret. She was used to parties, her family had held many but they were rowdy and uproarious and never this elegant or stiff. She had left her hair down, more to play with than for looks because her calloused and unpainted fingers were as restless as her mind as she walked through the grand ballroom aboard this absurdly large boat.

Rich People. she thought blithely, linking her arms together beneath her chest. her large, dark eyes were alight with an unusually alert gleam, but then again everything about the way she looked felt unusual to the Gryffindor.

Normal. That was it. She felt normal. the revelation brought a cool, ironic smirk to her rosy lips. what a strange and singular feeling, Aslan paused in her walk, leaning against a wall and half-watching the growing crowd as she explored the irony of her situation.