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Try to relax. It took all she had to not snort at the idea that she could ever possibly relax when she was surrounded on all sides by people of questionable bloodlines, who were also probably dirty, many of whom also hadn't the foggiest idea when it came to behaving oneself in public, who also were all strangers. Relaxing at a time like this was like asking a Gryffindor to attend a Minister's gala without making some sort of raucous and impolite spectacle of themselves: simply an impossibility.

At the very least, Cecilia was more than pleased with Cael's choice of seating, which was decidedly removed from all of the---action, for lack of a better term. She had just moved to sit and take a breath of momentary relief when the low voice of an older gentleman rang through the air, causing her attention to be drawn to her companion and his apparent acquaintance.

She felt herself nearly squirm in discomfort when the topic of conversation was very abruptly and unexpectedly drawn to her, and Cecilia did her best to not flinch when the man took her hand. She was successful, of course--she wasn't rude, she'd had plenty of years worth of practice with a menagerie of strange and creepy suitors whom all seemed to be painfully touchy--, but just barely. Cecilia forced a smile and simply nodded in gratitude at the compliment, her mind swimming all the while with the question of if this man was a pureblood or not.

It wasn't true, what they always said... that you could tell by the smell of someone. Circe, if she'd have been able to do that, she wouldn't have been in any such predicament in the first place, would she?

The only thing that drew her attention away from the million galleon question was a couple of words from Cael's mouth and a direct look, which sent a rush of warmth to her cheeks. Finding it in her to smile just a tiny bit more freely, the man finally let go of her hand, which she used to tame a loose lock of hair once again. Before she knew it, their intruder was gone, and she lowered herself into the offered seat delicately, stomach still swimming mindlessly from the compliment.

It had been small, but considering he thought she was as good as a murderer, she would take anything a step or more above 'You're a terrible person and deserve to die.'

"I suppose so," Cecilia answered, only able to admit to having heard half the question through the din of her own vociferous introspection. "It's not that I'm upset to not know people, it's just that--" --I have never been around so many mudbloods at once in my life-- "--I'm consumed... with thoughts of what my parents would do to me, if they discovered I was in such a place."

Well, that was also true.