Twiddling Thumbs by the Candlelight || Open

Kirsten's breath caught in her throat, and she gasped with wonder as she entered the Great Hall - it looked amazing! She couldn't help but stop and stare for a few moments, taking it all in. The sheer beauty of the decorations instantly made her feel glad that she'd decided to come after all.

Biting her lower lip in her habitually nervous way, she ran a wistful hand through her loose curls, wishing she'd dressed up a bit more. Given the short notice of the event, Kirsten's mother had emergency-owled her the best attempt at an outfit: a simple white dress that Kirsten feared would only help her blend more into the surroundings than she already did.

Scanning the room and not catching the eye of anyone she knew - or was comfortable enough with to approach - she slipped through the crowds of people to a thankfully secluded corner and took a seat, hoping that maybe someone she knew would enter, maybe even pass by and chat.

In the meantime, all she could do was cross her legs, sigh self-consciously, and take in her magical surroundings whilst twiddling her thumbs, waiting ...