[Marceline had been a bit wary about coming to this party after the way she'd reacted to the common room during the Ravenclaw's stay with the Slytherins, but so far it wasn't too bad. Some friends were there, and she concentrated on them instead of the room as a whole. She leaned against a wall, one hand in a pocket of her jeans and the other wrapped around a cup of non-alcoholic beverage, watching Marshall's set and generally avoiding being dragged out onto the dance floor.]
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