As Hermione and Ginny walked further into the party, elbows linked, Hermione really started to feel a twinge of regret for missing the event last year, and a rush of love to Ginny for encouraging her tonight. The energy was absolutely electric, and Hermione felt like she was already getting contact drunk just from being in the environment. Angelina’s flat was a stunning combination of sleek black marble and high ceilings, and if Hermione knew how to wolf whistle, she would’ve. The lighting was dark, but the entire place was charmed with kaleidoscopic patterns of multicolor lights along every wall and ceiling. The penthouse-style apartment had two visible floors, and people were packed onto both levels, especially near the open bar setup at the kitchen. Thanks to the beauty of magic, the music volume was tuned to the experience of every individual - people engrossed in conversation would hear the sound faintly in the background, like it was coming from another room. Someone like Hermione who was taking in the whole sight for the first time? The music was louder than her thoughts. Everywhere Hermione turned she saw impossibly attractive athletes with their impossibly attractive plus-ones, and there was a vibrancy to the whole setting that was going directly to her head.