Just as it always seemed to happen when one was dreading an upcoming unpleasant task, Saturday passed by too quickly for Hermione's liking. Long before she was ready to face the ugliness that was a high society event in their regime, she was standing in the kitchen with her husband dressed in their finest dress robes while they waited for the invitation portkey to activate. Theodore Nott was gleefully throwing out his galleons and his political influence to show off. Very few people were allowed to have authorized portkeys. If he was willing to spend so much on just the invitations, she could hardly imagine what the rest of the wretched reception would be like.