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Michal
She would be the last person to admit it, but Marissa had gone through a whole lot of trouble to make sure that she looked perfect for tonight. It wasn't a usual thing, spending more than a few minutes on putting on some glamour charms and making sure that nobody could tell that she hadn't gotten more than a few hours' sleep the night before ... but it had been a long time since she'd really wanted to look nice for anyone. Michal wasn't nearly as high-pressure as she'd been sure a quidditch player other than Vinny would be, and the fact was that she had fun when she was around him. She was beginning to think that she was finally ready to stop being a self-centered hermit and actually start opening up to people again.

She'd thought about making some attempt to cover up her golden hand with a charm or two since she was sure that at a big party like this there was bound to be a dumb journalist who'd want all the juicy details on her grotesque deformity, but had decided against it in the end. If she ended up decking the guy, maybe it would deter all future news hounds from asking questions too. It wasn't a terrible plan, as far as plans went.

...or maybe she'd had one too many pink-and-fizzy drinks. Hm. She glanced around, attempting to figure out where Michal had wandered off to.