Bella and Regina had not made contact since the former had been quite ill. Distance seemed best. And Regina wanted to move on with her life. While her guardian was the main person holding her back, perhaps the mixed emotions with Bella was doing the same. So not a word of the Scrimgeour had left her lips, nor did she write to or about the brunette. Time healed wounds, she had heard and hoped to be true.

Regina was certainly making an effort to be more social. Taking part in events, parties, talking to other friends. It was all nicer than hiding away in her room and pouting. Mourning over broken friendships. Parties were great fun, when masks were not involved. Regina could not even look at a mask now. It was utterly humiliating.

Receiving a smile upon being looked at felt as good a sign as any for the blonde. He was a rather handsome gentleman, if she was being honest. "I am doing rather well, thank you. It is a pleasure to see you as well. How is your evening?"