Tilda smiled; it was a pity the little creature wasn't at this event. What with the sparkling lights and everything, it was an amusing thought of Ginger being here. She looked up at Mr. Scamander and smiled. "I should be concerned if I'm to ruin every bit of your clothing, Mr. Scamander!"

As it stood, she wasn't too preoccupied, and she figured her mother and father wouldn't mind if she spent some of the evening with the man; after all, despite being a working woman she was still out, and they wouldn't be too far away. "And please, do, mother and father are probably dancing already and Lachlan has likely found some Quidditch mates already." she smiled knowingly, spying her father twirling her mother around the dance floor. "And so I'm to mind my own for a while!"