Anastacia took a seat at the table, taking a chair that put her back toward the wall. If she faced the door, she would've looked too desperate for company; if she sat facing the Professors' table, the problem was doubled. She would've been looking at the professors and wouldn't know who was attending. Yes, her more neutral position made her look more like a hostess, just as she did in her springtime garden parties on the weekends!
Her dress matched the invitation -- purples and blues leaning more on the pastel end of the spectrum, adorned with flecks of silver throughout. Her platinum white hair was styled in a proper up-do with a tiara to tie it all together. While her fellow students were piling in, she looked down at her copy of the invitation and smiled. Man, she was good! She was blowing white feathers toward the reader. Snow was too cold, and feathers were light enough to get the point across. Her proud moment was the clock at the bottom. Clocks could be difficult to read, after all, and this gave a visual to the others who also may have had trouble.
She looked around and saw some students approaching. Giving a wave and a smile, she rose from her seat to greet them. "Welcome to the Winter Solstice Social! So glad you could join me this evening!"
The Invitation
