ojandtostitos commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

"I-I was born sick of people," Tatum murmured back, cracking a weak smile and only withering a bit under the looks of the people Rath had been conversing with before she interrupted. Even if they were only curious glances, they made the smaller redhead's skin crawl. People staring was probably the worst thing ever, and her anxiety constantly reminded her just how much the average person spent staring at her. Breaking her concentration on that subject and deciding to play it cool, she began to head off as soon as Rath gestured for her to do so.

"Uhm, he's around. I left him with S-Shelby and them for a while, I told h-him I'd be back soon," she explained, hesitating for a moment as they came to a human blockade in the crowd. Head down, Tatum moved carefully around them, finally breaking to the edge of the dance floor. She felt better already without people dancing all around and bumping into her at every turn.

Once more taking a look for chaperones, she moved to the side exit of the hall, pushing open the double doors and letting them outside. It was a little bit of a crisp evening, and she suddenly wished she had brought a hoodie. "So you're like, going stag?" she asked, leading them further still to the edge of the woods. A few other girls were already gathered around smoking cigarettes.

"Dad is gonna wanna know why," she half-joked, putting the joint to her lips once they were clear. It was obvious how much Tatum had begun to relax once they were outside, mostly just the two of them. "Handsome old Quidpot player like yourself," she joked, always cracking a smile at their dad's favorite magical mispronounciation.