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Ashwinder 
Much as she liked working with bloodhounds and other animals, Morrigan would freely admit that there was something inherently satisfying in scrubbing the smell of creature away and puttin' on the ritz. Especially when it was to go to something as glamorous as a Ministry Ball.
For the moment, she was content to stand out in the Entrance Hall and soak up the atmosphere, though the dance floor was calling to her and could only be denied for so long. Which was why she'd brought along a date, courtesy of the dog park she'd met him in.
Rhys Tate eyed the room. Not with scorn, necessarily, but with detached interest. Super swanky. And his little sister worked here?
"Do you gape a little bit on your way in the door, or have you sort of gotten used to the whole place?" He took up Morrigan's arm and did a very impressive job of escorting her into the room. "If you tell me you get lost on the way to your office, I would believe you."