Donned in a black suit with a white shirt and dress tie, Alexander Greingoth entered the fundraiser. Of course he did this with his lovely wife, Professor Hecate Lafay, on his arm. He turned and smiled at her, as if no other woman in the room mattered. He then retrieved a pre-written check from his pocket. It was for himself, his wife, and their oldest daughter, and was of course written for more than the required donation for entering. "I would have donated what they needed," he half-complained, "but the fundraiser is nice, too. I'm guessing the candidates are out, ready to put on a political show." He smirked at this. Politics, he understood, although he thought it was humorous when he was simply watching and not in the midst of things.

Sierra Greingoth entered just behind her parents. She was old enough to know by know that they entered first, and then she entered quietly behind. Why it was so important that she attended this was beyond her. Wasn't it really just for the adults? Her father was paying for her donation anyway. She sighed and fidgeted with her blue dress. She felt silly in this "Alice in Wonderland" costume. It was so not her style.