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With Holly's persistent encouragement, Saoirse found herself taking one-too-many sips out of a charmed cup, and didn't quite realize it was self-refilling until a bit too late-- settling herself in a state somewhere between her blood feeling beamingly warm and attempting to convince Howell that the lights hanging atop the tent must be dancing fairies for how beautifully they twinkled. He had not agreed so whole-heartedly, and unbeknownst to her while she wondered aloud if they were being paid by the hour, managed with surprising subtly and swiftness to replace in her beverage hand something that tasted much more like pumpkin juice than sparkling bubbles.

It really was no matter though, and not just because it was impossible for her to say anything to Howell aside from repeatedly telling him how beautiful he looked tonight. Her boyfriend's stunning looks, nor his drink-stealing hands, could deter her from forgetting that this night would forever and always be about how she had finally won a league championship. They! They had won a league title--- the Appleby Arrows! And Saoirse couldn't feel more instilled, more justified, and more proud of all the hardships that had gone into the past year to produce it. So people could talk to her all they liked, happily would she wear the fancy dress Penelope picked out for her, and unbothered was she to occasionally part from Howell's side as the night demanded for it because in this moment, everything felt very worth it and easily accomplished.

So when Louis Bonaccord approached her, not only did her eyes widen in welcome, but Saoirse waved him closer. She had a secret to share with him, one that he of all people would find most amusing. Leaning forward in her seat, elbow resting on the table underneath her, she whispered, "I'm going to transfigure a replica for him and keep the real one."

Her lips produced a genuine smile, and to hide its mischievousness, Saoirse quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Leaning back into the support of her chair, she glanced up back at the lights before adding dreamily, "It shall take up most of the room your sacred monk necklace has been hogging."