Piper wasn't sure why she was at this stupid party. Renny had not dragged her here, and she had not come to freak out her sister either. No, her sister was long gone, ran off to elope with that fruity dress maker. Piper was on her own, and it frustrated Piper that she really had nothing to do anymore, without her overbearing sisterly shadow.
However, she was hurting for money. Their grandmother was out of work and she refused to help Piper anyway. On top of that, she was still barely accepted by the other Slytherins. With everything in her life in such a delicate balance, she realized she had to move about with extreme caution. The pressure was on.
She slipped into the party, dressed for no good, and stopped by the kitchen to grab some Butterbeer. She hurried out and found a stairwell, hoping it might lead to some silence. She made her way upwards, pausing as she reached the second floor. Silver candlesticks lying on a table, never going to be used she bet...
She slipped them into her bag. She was not a clepto. But she was poor, and she could sell them at a pawn shop for a good amount of money, she was sure. She heard a creaking of a stair, and hurried on, glancing over her shoulder. She made her way into the first room she could, which turned out to be another small dining area, complete with a bar. She collapsed at a barstool, trying to look casual in case anyone followed her.