Draco had been mingling with a handful of people for a little while now, had partook in a drink or two, and was now almost on the edge of enjoying himself. Almost. He needed some air, though; he needed to get away from the crowds that threatened to crush him if he didn't dance along with them (and he didn't dance, especially not to that sort of music), which meant that he had found himself in Glinda's corner fairly quickly, leaning against the wall to catch his breath.

He glanced over to her, skimmed his eyes over her outfit and the way she looked out of sorts, and frowned a little, "Your stylists too, hm? I'm counting my blessings they gave me clothing."