Bess felt flattered immediately, but didn't show it as she finished her drink. She timed the last bit perfectly with the course of a passing waiter, and put the glass on his tray in one fluid motion, "You're not the first to say that tonight."
Except he was, but she couldn't let him know that. Bess may have literally been out of practice with social interactions and events, but she knew how to work them and play them like the expert she always had been. She had managed to get him to compliment her without looking as if she wanted to be complimented, and she let it slide off her shoulders as if it didn't mean a thing. Which of course it did; even though she did have her own quidditch hunk to attach herself too, she and Fabian rarely made it out to anything like this because of his family or the Order. Not that she would rather he place parties and socializing over those two things, it was just merely a fact.
And sometimes it was just nice.
Her coy smile stayed on her lips, and Bess noticed for the first time that Drystan did not have some hapless groupie clinging to his arm. Surely he had a girlfriend, or at least a flavor of the week?
"Are you here alone? That seems slightly ridiculous, if I want to be honest." Bess' brows furrowed; it wasn't as if she were one to say anything, she had decided to leave Sadie with her brother, and Fabian unaware of her location.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
