The group was mostly present, with one notable (blonde) exception. A witch Hermione vaguely recalled stood near the table with an average looking bloke. Daphne and Adrian, Hermione assumed. Daphne was scowling at Blaise and Hermione remembered, a touch belatedly the break-up that had caused Blaise to flee London over two years ago. She had to assume, given that Daphne was married now, that the break-up, while explosive, hadn't necessarily been a bad thing for the witch. A less familiar, though instantly recognizable, willowy brunette stood next to Daphne. Astoria. She was, quite frankly, stunning. Tall and thin, with deep, glossy chestnut hair and emerald eyes that rivaled Harry and Theo's. She was dressed perhaps a touch too formally, in a deeply cut dress that matched her eyes and draped gracefully to the floor, and the rock on her finger was visible from across the room. Normally, Hermione would scoff and roll her eyes at the ostentatious display, but she just couldn’t muster the energy.