She shivered as the memory danced through her consciousness. Vaguely she could tell that the ball had begun in her periphery but as the pain of her scar began to rise she found herself unable to afford it the attention she should. Rather she slinked away, back towards the side doors, making sure no one could see her as she reached for her flask of beautification potion. However, just as she wrapped her hand around the small silver bottle, another hand warped around her own. Stopping her from pulling it out and gently pushing it back into her clutch. 