Astoria wore a skin-tight, sculpted black velvet gown with a plunging neckline. The hip-high slit fell into a short train, and long sleeves tapered into gloves. It was over-the-top elegance, and she basked in the reception from everyone looking on. It wasn't a short walk, and Voldemort used the time to build tension in the room. By the time Astoria reached him and sunk into a practised curtsey, the room vibrated with anticipation. It was an uneasy feeling, even for those loyal. With Voldemort's temperament, unexpected events often bode ill for someone.