Mintys mind was taken off the statues of the people of Pompeii trying to escape their doomed fate by the sight of a handsome man in a toga. Other men at the party had been wearing similar or at least what their idea of a toga was. "I'm quite all right. I'm Araminta Scrimgeour," Minty said, wondering what sort of reaction her name would bring. After all, her familys troubles were quite known much to her chagrin through it had been years now. Perhaps she would have some luck and find someone completely clueless for his own reasons.

She glanced at the statue he had been looking at which varied somewhat from the depictions of other Pompeii people trying to escape the volcanos eruption she had seen so far. "Do you suppose many of the doomed really got into a fist fight like this?" She asked him curiously as she stepped closer to the statue for a better look. Honestly, she could see it happening. All that fear, adrenaline and lost hope... she imagined a lot of different scenarios had played out for those poor people.