After exiting the restroom and feeling refreshed, Melanie kept a lookout for one Regina Hawthorne. The headmistress looked stunning tonight, and as much as she hated to admit it, Melanie was in awe. It was with a stone face, though, that she tried to find Regina in the crowd. It was a room devoted to gambling; how classy. Melanie could have snorted in the stupidity of it. Way to teach children young.

Her cheekbones, surely, would stand out. No one had them quite like Regina. Melanie had grabbed another drink and was sipping it casually as she scanned the crowd. Regina detection was in full affect, and she spotted the woman in her white dress alongside Roderik Hirsch and Paul Myers. As the British would say, bloody hell at that trio. She no more wanted to approach the obnoxious Myers than she did the idiotic Hirsch.

She would watch. She would wait. She would sip her drink silently, to herself.