Felicia had opted to go stag to the party. Not for lack of a date, mind you, but because she'd decided that she was going to start doing things for herself. No more getting dragged around by blokes who claimed to be interested in her, but more or less ignored her unless she was talking with one of her quidditch agents. She wasn't sure if
all men were like that or just the ones that she'd decided to date, but regardless -- she was taking a break from interacting with them directly on the 'dating' level.
She cleared her throat and leaned against the counter of the bar. Sure, she was one of the players who'd already polished off three of their drinks, but she had been drinking long enough to know that she could handle at least that much. Charlie too, she was sure. She looked around idly for anyone that she might know, swirling her glass.
Urgh.
Why was she here again? So far she wasn't having much fun, but she supposed that being negative would just make the evening worse.
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