It was late into the night. Another party over. Margaret and her chaperone were returning to her home. The streets were not busy here. It was rather dark, even with the lamps. The witch was tempted to us lumos, but decided it was a wasted effort. And she was too tired to really bother.

Even with the light footsteps in the background. Another witch or wizard headed home, she guessed. Not bothering to check. She was fine with her chaperone. That's one reason they had chaperones for women like her was to keep her safe, right?