Satan must be making snow angels in Hell, because Alodia Coombs is standing at the front door of Thornton Estate of her own free will and with no intentions of being anything but charming and polite. Not bitchy-polite, either, the sort of snide remarks disguised as pleasant conversation at which she's always excelled, but actually, genuinely polite. She's here for Amelie, and though her cousin may have atrocious taste in men, Alodia still loves her, so she'll make nice with the Thorntons whilst Amelie plays 'meet the parents'.

Vogue doesn't exactly make a guide for what to wear to a 'family gathering' at which one must make a good impression on people one is traditionally expected to hate, but Alodia's very good at making do. She's in a red dress from her mother's latest collection and her favorite sky-high heels, the ones she hasn't had cause to wear since she moved up here - plus a silver necklace, carefully concealed beneath her dress's high neckline and stuffed with every protection charm in the paranoid witch's arsenal and a few more she made up herself for good measure. She may be playing nice, but that doesn't mean she's going to be stupid.

"Oh, I am far too sober for this," she mutters, then pastes on a polite smile as the door opens.