Jessamine had always been vain, confident, and an absolute snob at any given moment, but tonight she felt like if she didn't keep herself focused, she was going to faint. She couldn't believe that she had made it to the end of her seventh year; her final exams were done, her NEWTs were being graded, she was out of her mourning period, and tonight was the night she became a woman in the eyes of society. Minnie was indeed, excited, of course, she had long since dreamed of what life as a debutante would be like - she would handle it far better than her elder sister, Heather did, perhaps something more akin to her late sister Wisteria. While Miss Thompsett fussed with one of their classmate's bows, and Miss Adebayo looked over them, Minnie smoothed her elegant, baby blue gown and adjusted the gorgeous sapphire and silver Ravenclaw brooch given to her by her sister-in-law Angelique to wear.

“I'm ready,” Jessamine hummed with perhaps far more certainty than she actually felt. She had spent hours doing her hair, her dress was tailored to perfection, her father spent so much money on making sure her debut went perfectly so that it might overshadow all the issues with the other children, and Minnie felt if she wasn't ready now, she never would be, “You all look beautiful.” Whether she was being entirely genuine or not, especially toward Miss Potts and Miss Adebayo, that was up for debate.