            "Vodka soda," Lucius told the bartender, as Hermione let her gaze drift around the room. Though she felt quite exposed in the slitted, sleeveless dress, she realized Lucius had been right about the outfit change. Men and women—mostly in their thirties, she presumed—were dressed like they stepped out of a fashion catalog. Silk and sequins glimmered all across the dancefloor, and even the men had donned their finest dress shirts and slacks.