There wouldn't be much of a grand tour if she had anything to say about it. But, nonetheless, Mira slinked her arm around Miles' extended one without a hitch.
"Is it?" she asked idly, cascading her hair over her shoulder as she spoke. It was a true testament of her desire for Miles, as even her deep dislike toward anything quidditch was being shoved to the wayside in favor of how she wanted this night to end. If it must start with a disinterested excuse, then that was a small price to pay.
To be honest, Mira had little idea what team Miles played for now. Players were always switching sides, going here and there. She at least knew this, Appleby, was not his team, having just indirectly met the winning players not an hour ago. Plus, he would be much more demanding and bragging if he was him with the new cup, yes?
That didn't matter.
"They all look the same to me," she stated, feigning a sigh. Though she supposed that wasn't truly fair, for even Mira couldn't deny her purring pleasure at Miles leading her away from the hustle and noise of the party.
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