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Octavius!
In her heart, Rose hadn't an ounce of interest in attending this party. Her sickening fear of further Catapults punishment had effectively curbed any appeal that there had ever been in going out to be seen in public, an event like this with so many cameras was an anxiety-inducing sight. So many opportunities for there to be some incriminating picture, despite her lack of incriminating actions... but there really wasn't anything she could do about that. Eerily similar to her unstable job position, yes?

A depressing, heavy feeling sank deep in Rose's stomach at that last thought, her internal admittance of her all-but-official forgoing left her feeling dark. She did have her teammates and her friends, who had been energetically supportive about all this, to thank, but now it just felt useless. And more stressful. It had gotten to a point where she wasn't really sure what panicked her more, Carys helpful yells across the pitch, or the very ominous blacked-out management box high in the sky.

But, in the end, no matter how green she felt tonight, Rose did not want to force Octavius to attend alone, or worse, upset him more than she repeatedly had in the past few weeks. It was not hard, after her long periods of recent self-reflection, to realize, or at least feel, that she had been a rather inattentive and selfish girlfriend as of late, which made her feel worse--- it was all changing, everything was changing. And, yes. So she was going to deal with it, continue to deal with all this, and be good and not--- dumb.

"So tell me more about this invigorating hippogriff race," Rose prompted, taking the time to wrap her arm around his as they walked through the room. She had seldom left Octavius' side the night so far, and doubted she could if she tried.