Freya had to commend Ms. Zabini's ingenious in planning tonight's event. The dark ripples of water surrounding the pavilion set the perfect scene for the debutantes to shine. Most were, predictably, in impeccably designed white gowns, though there were a handful who (wisely) chose another color. The brilliant whites contrasted against the blackness beautifully, but with so many hopeful women dressed so similarly they more closely resembled sheep than swans. Few could stand out in such a flock, which, given what Freya knew of the Zabini's was likely the intended goal. The two unwed daughters had such a sorry scandal following them they undoubtedly needed any opportunity to shine if they ever hoped to marry.

Freya stood to side of the dance floor with a glass of champagne in hand. Daniel had, predictably, elected to remain home, but for once she hadn't pushed the issue. A celebration on the lake was such a rare event that she preferred the absence of her sulky husband. Behind her, the soft candlelight of Hogwarts reflected on the water, gifting her such a strong sense of nostalgia that all she could do was smile softly. The last few years were amongst the busiest and happiest of her life. She was so hopeful then, so full of excitement and expectations for her future. And Daniel...Daniel was different, then. He was willing to put in an effort, at least. They were so in love then that Daniel attended every event possible just to be with her for a few minutes.

Now, his love came with a different air. One Freya was convinced followed all married couples. One that left her dancing delicately on eggshells in her own home.

Determined not to allow her ire towards her husband ruin what would hopefully be a pleasant evening, she turned on her heel to take a turn about the room. She wouldn't dance — didn't dance with anyone but Daniel or his relatives, but it didn't mean she couldn't find a better position from which to watch the next set. Freya made it all of ten feet before spotting Mr. Echelon-Arnost. He mentioned possibly attending tonight's gala, but hadn't confirmed whether or not he would be in attendance. "Good evening." Freya greeted with a warm, polite smile as she moved closer to him. "I wasn't sure if the over idealistic shut-in would be joining us tonight." Her tone was light and teasing, a rare event for her as of late.