There had been a theory, a line of thought, that Halloween would be the best time to allow Ronan the access to his twin's life that he so recently vied for because it could be one of the few, if not only, nights out of the year that her magical lifestyle and his muggle world naturally bled together. It had been a sound idea, one that even Nona agreed with, which led
Saoirse to foolishly allowing herself to feel a glimmer of hope concerning the outcome of the evening.
Perhaps things would not go so horribly, perhaps
Ronan would get out of it whatever he had been hoping for, and then return back to his University which significantly less guilt and happily carry on with continuing to ignore Saoirse for the rest of their lives.
Promptly after ten minutes, it was clear her hope had been pure delusion. Not even the buffer of Arista (whom Saoirse had uncomfortably begun to observe Ronan was taking a perplexing interest in), had helped with the rising tension, now currently bubbling over due to this...
maze. Even she could feel the effects of it attempting to sway her disposition. Whilst she had become quieter and quieter, her brother had become louder and louder.
She had seriously considered, about two wrong turns ago, simply loosing the group and apparating home to bed feigning innocence when her housemates and boyfriend eventually returned, but that would be wrong to do to Howell, not to mention unappealingly overdramatic. So, she continued trailing her friends with little input, feeling too nauseated to speak and too unwilling to perform magic in front of her brother to be much help.
But then an idea occurred to her, and with slitted eyes she pushed by a discussion between Ronan and Arista that sounded suspiciously like brewing mutiny to reach Howell at the front.
"Howell," she spoke quietly, reaching to gingerly touch his elbow for attention. Saoirse glanced over her shoulder to see Ronan now boring holes into the back of Howell's head. Yes, her twin and Arista had undoubtably returned to their favorite discussion of the night: just how much they loathed Howell Williams.
"Howell---
we should become lost." She hoped her pointed emphasis on a certain word would convey correctly what she was thinking.
