The fairy lights that danced around Tilda as she strolled through the gardens made her smile. Attending the New Years Eve festival with her family was quite an event. Though not the most notorious of families, her father still cut a rather prominent figure that was hard to miss in a crowd. That and Lachlan's part in her near-death earlier that summer was still a common thread in the whispers when the two of them were in the same group. With this knowledge, Tilda kissed her family before hurrying off to get something to eat, as well as perhaps gain a respite from the lingering glances. She'd had a long day at the hospital and was at full health, though some still acted like she was to be treated with kid-gloves.

If they knew what she could do to a target with knives in her hands, they wouldn't be too confident in their assumptions. The redhead was preoccupied with thoughts of her family and work situation, so she didn't see the figure beside her until she turned and spilled her punch — all over both of them. "Oh goodness, I'm so sorry!" she started apologizing, though she stopped (both out of shock from the drink and surprise at the figure) when she saw who it was. "Mr. Scamander!"