Matthew's eyes hovered over the pristine glasses of champage for a prolonged moment, as if not understanding what he was seeing. He took a deep breath, whipped up a glass and drank the entire thing in one uncharacteristically swift movement. Time seemed to flicker forward over the next few moments or minutes, with Matthew drinking more glasses near a butler who stared glassy eyes into the distance. Matthew watched more people arrive; names and faces he would probably recognise if he wasn't so distracted with staring at the ceiling high above the glaring chandelier lights. Across it was etched a massive, fresco which seemed to go on forever, across it a detailed pattern of the clouds on a bright summers day was printed. The colours were so deep and intricate that Matthew almost thought he was looking into the sky. Matthew squinted his eyes. The fresco disappeared, replaced again with the much more low hanging ceiling dotted with chandeliers. Why was the fresco covered with an illusion? [I]They've given up magic. But maybe they didn't want to destroy such a beautiful work of art. Or maybe someone just hid it there. Just because.[/I] Matthew thought as he noticed the room seemed to slope and he fell sidewards, bumping directly into the glass eyed butler and resulting in the dish of gleaming glasses smashing to the floor in a broken mess. 
"Ohh shiit. I'm so sorry." Matthew said, then realised he was laughing as he said it. The room swung sidewards, carrying Matthew backwards onto the floor. People around him seemed to be staring; the floor wasn't swinging for them. Part of Matthew realised much more time had passed than he'd noticed. [I]I must be drunk.[/I] Part of him connected the dots, with memories of harassing other guests and glassy eyed zombified students trickling into his mind. But the other part of him was too busy noticing Sebastian, his only Witchy contact at the University - and the world - had arrived and was stood speaking to another boy who looked like he was going to spit all his food on the man. 

Matthew rushed across. "Whaay, Seb!" He laughed, welcoming him to the party. Or whatever this was. "I didn't even notice we had food." He noted, pushing through to the table of petit cheeses and mini-sandwiches. 
"Not what I had in mind.. no pizz...a?" He slurred, shaking his head but grabbing a couple of sandwiches and finishing them off in seconds. He didn't realise he was hungry. 
Even in his drunken stupor, Matthew could see the confused expression on Sebastian's face as his eyes traced the room for Matthew's eternally youthful grandparents. "They couldn't make it." Matthew said, the volume of his voice suddenly dropping. He turned his eyes back to the sandwiches, taking a bite out of another. He then realised he had no champagne in his hand and looked around in confusion. "A hunter got them. Had to finish off Gran, she asked me to. But I emerged, like they wanted." Matthew said bluntly. "Where's the champagne? I can't see it anywhere."