All Octavius could think as he looked around was brilliant. That's what it was, all of it was, just brilliant. This party had been exactly what he'd needed, Octavius simply hadn't known it. He'd rather been dreading his birthday coming this year, not in the least because it felt as though bits and pieces of his life were falling apart wherever and whenever and however they chose. But seeing what had ended up being quite a tumultuous period in his life being gently poked fun at, seeing all these people who he liked and was liked by coming to celebrate with him, well—it just felt really good, and had the comforting feeling of "this too shall pass."
Though he was reluctant to admit it, perhaps Octavius had been feeling a bit like he'd diminished in worth, too, so it was nice to be bolstered up a bit. Not to mention Gebhard looked fetching and sportive in his hat, which, if that wasn't a cure for the blues, he didn't know what was. If there was ever any doubt that Charlie Spinnet was the very best of friends, there could be none of it now.
Having made the first set of rounds and having consumed perhaps a smidgen more of the grog than he told himself he would, he was enjoying a bout of exceptionally high and (for him) rare spirits whilst a lull between socialising formed. When Octavius saw his friend bouncing up to him, he couldn't help but grin back because her enthusiasm was infectious to his already enthused state. "Nora!" Octavius greeted, putting his hands on her shoulders to stay her a bit, laughing. "You didn't have to! Your presence tonight is present enough."
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