Nia peeped into the hall, her hands lightly fidding with the fabric of her pale skirt. He'd said he'd meet her here, at the ball. She looked briefly round, before stepping into the hall to get a better look, checking her silver bracelet watch quickly.

Admittedly, in trying to affix her wings, she was a couple of minutes late. At least they were straight now though. Well, if they had stayed they whilst she had headed down from the seventh floor. It was hard to do wandwork over one's shoulder, especially when trying to hold feathery wings exactly in place. And, Nia wanted straight wings. Symmetry was good.

That was why it was odd she couldn't see him. Because in theory, he should already be here, and she definitely hadn't gone past him outside in the entrance hall. Surely he would have called her back if she had. Of course, it didn't help she hadn't a foggiest idea what he was planning to wear. And there seemed to be a whole mixture of outfits in here. It seemed literally anything went. She couldn't even start to guess what he might have chosen, either. If he'd dressed up at all. Hmm.

Biting her lip, Nia started to step lightly round the edge of the dance floor, her cream ballet style pumps noiseless on the floor. And then she saw a dark figure, leant on the wall. Something intuitively said it was him. But, the long hair? And the mask? It threw her. It was almost...shifty.

She rubbed her arm nervously, before offering a smile. "Waiting for someone?" she asked softly. If she had asked the wrong person, she at least wouldn't look too much of an idiot. Just friendly, with any luck.