As an impoverished muggleborn, balls and other kinds of exceptionally fancy receptions were never something Parker was exposed to. And the ones he had experienced through school events were never particularly enjoyable unless his senses were altered. Long gone were those days though.

But there he was (mostly out of a sense of obligation after being gone for study abroad, and partly out of a want to see his friends all dressed up and enjoying themselves) haunting around the edges of all the action of the Great Hall's events as he tried to seek out his friends.

He leaned back against one of the back walls with a small sigh, his feet aching in his scarcely worn dress shoes. He perked up and turned his attention from the main floor upon hearing his name spoken, initially thinking it to be one of his friends. One look confirmed otherwise though, and he gave her a look that suggested he had no idea who she was. In the past he probably would have panicked, jumping to bad conclusions about how she probably knew him from his worst years at Hogwarts as a troubled delinquent. This time, however, such a concern hadn't even crossed his mind - thinking instead maybe she was a mutual friend of someone else he knew and just didn't remember the face of (he was never all that good at remembering names or faces anyways).

The moment she made mention of party crashing, however, that same old dread filled him and edged him on the defense. "Er - Sorry, I don't..." he began and trailed off, noting her familiar smirk and high-class aura. He subconsciously straightened his back, no longer leaning against the wall as support.

"I'm guessing you had the displeasure of knowing me in Hogwarts?" he questioned with caution.