To Be So Lonely

"Are you calling me bad company?" Emma frowned, offended. "I'm a delight."

"If it makes you feel better, I consider all company to be bad company." He gave a shrug not really caring too much whether it offended her or not.

Spencer felt increasingly uneasy, acutely aware of Rabastan's disapproval. He couldn't blame him; Rabastan was wholly dedicated to the cause, while Spencer, truth be told, lacked such fervor. His inadequacies were evident in every task assigned to him, leaving him to hope they appeared as incompetence rather than disloyalty.

He caught her attention at the mention of drowning himself in copious amounts of alcohol. Fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, Alecto slipped out of her chair, taking over the seat the stranger slipped out of. "Tell me Spencer, what has you in the dire need to drink away your thoughts?" He piqued her interest, for now.

Spencer glanced up, momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift. His eyes, glassy from the alcohol, focused on Alecto's curious gaze. "It's... a long story," he began, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. "One I don't care to divulge." The male added already knowing what the next question would have been. "What about you? I'm surprised you're in here and not at The White Wyvern?" Spencer asked curious, knowing most death eaters preferred to frequent the pub in Knockturn Alley.

"Well I'm not sure I can promise you good company, but good firewhiskey is something I can get." Jeff flagged the waitress down, ordering a bottle for the table.

"Good firewhiskey will do for now. We'll see about the company, though. Thanks, Jeff." He half joked.

"Are you sure about that?" Aurora had caught sight of Spencer when she entered the three broomsticks. She was drawn to him, feeling the need that no one should be alone. The witch takes it upon herself to sit in the open seat at his table, a genuine smile on her lips. "I have been told I'm good company." A pause. "Do we need another round of shots?" He was always nice to her in school and the times they would run into each other.

Spencer looked up, surprise flickering across his face before he masked it with a small, guarded smile. "Aurora," he acknowledged, his tone neutral but not unkind. "It's been a while."

Alecto was elated to be able to roam walls that were not that Lestrange Manor, but there was a part of her that quite enjoyed the last few days before her and Rabastan returned back to the real world. She was waiting to meet someone when she caught sight of Spencer. "Do you normally speak to random strangers?" Her usual snark found in her tone.

Spencer sighed internally as he saw Alecto approach. "Depends on how many drinks I've had." He replied slipping into his façade as he forced something that resembled somewhat of a smile. His eyes drifted from Alecto to the stranger he had just spoken to occupying his table as he got up to walk away mumbling under his breath. "Did it's job anyway." Spencer added referring to the stranger leaving.

I rush toward being alone as rivers rush toward the sea.