burning ribbons ((open))

Following a rather hefty conversation with a few of her Ministry colleagues, Amelia had excused herself to powder her nose. She had forgotten how taxing it was to attend such an event; an office holiday party was one thing, but to be surrounded by all of Britain and some more was an entirely different matter. However, she didn't go to the women's restroom. Instead, Amelia made her way up to the deck to feel the breeze coming from the ocean. The air would've typically been stark and crisp this time of year, but magic allowed the temperature outside of the ship to feel summery. It was a pleasant contrast from the hot, stuffy air down in the event hall from everybody conversing and moving around. If she weren't wearing uncomfortable heels and a long, silky dress, maybe she'd dip her toes into the pool. That would be quite relaxing!

She found one of the lounge chairs that decorated the sides of the pool and decided to lie on it. Finally a chance to decompress... It'd be unfortunate if an issue were to arise.