"I suppose it isn’t the worst gathering we’ve held. But it is overwhelming," was all she could say. There seemed to be no static moments that night—she could scarcely recall having a single moment to herself. Lucio was already gone to bed and Pansy too occupied to seek out for a chat, and she couldn’t see Martin anymore—had he slipped out? She felt tired. Drained. Wanted to go crawl into bed and let her body process everything that had happened that day.