"Do you suppose they use charms to make space around them?" She proposed, not entirely expecting an answer in return. The staff seemed to be able to glide through the crowd without any issues. There had to be some magic involved in that, right? Otherwise tray upon tray would be knocked over onto unsuspecting guests.

The intense burning of firewhiskey had taken neatly three years of marriage to grow accustomed to, and even still Melody far preferred dry wines to the hard liquor. "It isn't too terrible if you think of it more like a juice as opposed to alcohol. A change of perspectives is all." She commented before taking a second, much larger sip of her overwhelmingly sweet drink.

She turned to him fully as he inquired about Ben and noticed for the first time how much taller he was than her husband. "It seems so, unfortunately," Melody answered with a bit of a helpless shrug. Truthfully, conversing with Mr. Longbottom had already taken the sting out of missing out on her New Year's kiss. "I thought I left him somewhere nearby, but perhaps he wandered off. I'll find him eventually." Before she left, certainly, but not before getting to gaze upon Mr. Longbottom some more.

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