Maxima decidedly did not want to come to this reception. The Goshawk family had not been invited to the more elegant affair that the Pendergast and Lestrange families were hosting, and mother had wanted to respect the class mates of the Goshawk children. It was the polite thing to do. But Maxie did not want to mingle with half-vampires. It was something that certainly put her on edge. What, with their homicidal blood and all.

All things considered, it was a nice reception. Enough food for all, she got to wear something nice. She wandered around and looked at the paintings - goodness sakes, there were so many! - before finding herself standing next to the son of the groom, the youngest half-vampire. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to think of something nice to say. Oh my, was he going to notice her throat?