There was something terribly wrong with this man.
Emmeline protested loudly, making sure that everyone around them knew that he was forcing her to dance, or--move stiffly together, whatever it was they were doing right now. She was in no mood to dance, she was in no mood to actually be near Caradoc right now, and all she really wanted to do was sit down and act exhausted so that no one would bother her. Couldn't she go back to picking out centerpieces and little edible fruit cups? That was fun, thinking about Anneliese with him for the rest of her life---not as good.
It was strange. Evan Rosier, who Emmeline knew had been her capture back in September, was roaming the party, she'd seen him, but because she couldn't associate his face with anything, it didn't move her---but now as Will and Anneliese took the floor or--began to mingle near them, Emmeline found herself involuntarily pushing closer to Caradoc.
Merlin's bloody--she'd faced death eaters head on, and she was worried about him? She was more than embarrassed about it, but that didn't stop her from getting nervous. Ugh.
"What?" she nearly snapped at Caradoc as she finally spotted his less than amused expression. Her eyes softened and she let out a breath, even though he really had no reason for an apology, "Sorry, I'm just--tired."
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