As she walked into the ballroom, Ro fidgeted absently with one of the rosettes on her dress. The broach that had been pinned to her dress felt an odd weight on her chest in addition to the mask that had affixed itself to her face. As she walked through into the ballroom, she couldn’t help but be rather self conscious of the fact that the brilliant silver that her sister had accidentally turned her hair had not faded back to its normal jet black color. Ro briefly wondered exactly how long it would take her co workers to notice her.

The theme of everyone’s arrival saw a warm summer breeze flutter through the air and Ro paused to lift her chin to the air and inhale. It smelled like the fresh summer grass and rippling clear water. She swore she could even hear birds chirping in the distance accompanied by some lovely trilling music.

Though the presentation was rather splendid, it all still felt foreign to her; being present at a ball. She seldom attended any and when she did, she always felt rather out of place. But this was luckily a Ministry affair; there was the added bonus of being able to ease her unfamiliarity of the environment with the company of her colleagues.

Speaking of whom, out of the corner of her eye, she caught the familiar figure of one of those colleagues; at least she thought it was. The way he walked certainly could be him, though there was only one way to find out. She approached him and gave him a quick tap on the shoulder. "Cartwright, is that you?" she whispered as if there was any reason to amongst the lively buzzing chatter that echoed throughout the room. "It's Rowan." As he turned, she braced herself for his reaction on the state of her bright silver hair.

---