Minerva stepped through the door and was nearly bowled over by the sheer amount of noise that had been blocked with the judicious use of a sound-dampening charm on the door and walls. On one side of the expansive room, she could see some people taking part in some sort of strange dancing competition, Miss Potter was leading an impromptu concert with her guitar in another section while Miss Granger sat and listened in rapt attention. A section of the floor space had been walled off to her right; she could just make out glowing decorations partially hidden inside a darkened room and wondered what that was all about. There was food and drinks assembled on a couple of tables and a towering stack of presents shoved into the corner.