Wow, she wasn't sure what was worse- the swiftly deteriorating Seth Wadcock, stepping closer to a drunken stupor by the second, or Noah seemingly so angry that Odette was fairly certain he was about to commit murder with a fake sword. It had not been a good idea to dress him up as Perseus-- nor her to emulate a helpless greek princess. Hm.
Suddenly, Odette felt very tired. Tired of Seth, tired of constantly trying to keep Noah as far away from possible from Seth, tired of quidditch, tired of her family (who had yet to let up about anything now that she had finally clued them in about getting married</i>), tired from just--- everything.
Maybe she just didn't like a drunken Seth Wadcock explaining her "relationship" with him to her finance, or maybe she didn't like how vehement Noah got--- but either way, Odette knew she did not have the capacity for this right now. Not one bit. Nope.
So without really thinking, Odette bent down slightly to place her cup on the floor. Without a word, and staring blankly in front of her, she turned her back to the both of them and simply walked away. To get her cloak, because she was going home now. To most likely cry her eyes out-- it had been long coming with all the ridiculousness that had been occurring in her life.
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