Sersh had never been the biggest fan of big parties like this. While she enjoyed the community, the chance to dance with her mates, drink and observe colourful people she never held the grace and taste for such things like her sisters. The witch was far from co-ordinated, rather than dancing with grace and poise like Marianne did so effortless, her limbs flailed as if the music consumed every part of her body. She was too opinionated as it was, let alone while intoxicated to hold her tongue among the snobs within Wizarding high society. Frankly a part of her was wishing sheâd stayed at home with a book, butter beer and her toad. Especially having lost all of her friends in the crowds, she was standing with a butter beer in hand sipping on it absently as she huffed a disgruntled puff of air from her cheeks. That was, until she caught sight of Gus. Sersh had a great talent and being able to spot Augustus Abbott in whatever crowd they were in. Sheâd blame it on them being friends for so long, she normally did. But really, he was always who she looked for. He always had been.Â
Naturally a smile pulled onto her lips when she caught sight of her best friend, soft and warm like it normally was whenever she saw him. But after only a moment; it faltered. Flattening as her brows furrowed, catching sight of him with.. someone else. They seemed close, holding each other as they danced and laughed like they were seemingly the only two people in the room. For a moment her face fell. It felt strange. Leaving a pang in her chest that Sairose couldnât register fully, maybe she just didnât want to register it at all. It felt like jealousy, but she shouldnât be jealous. What gave her the right? He was having fun, sure it was with someone else but why should she care? Sheâd watched gladly in the past at him with Edgar, Sybil, Fionn, the list was endless. But this was-.. different. But he was having fun, thatâs what mattered wasnât it? She wanted him to have fun. Yet, why did it leave her feeling so deflated? The longer her eyes lingered, the deeper the confusion pulled onto her features. Even a fool could tell that whatever was going on between Gus and the man he was linked with wasnât just âfriendlyâ. Sheâd seen the look people had given her best friend in bars before. But sheâd never fully seen him have that same twinkle in his eye in return. Sersh wanted to blame it directly on the fact that he hadnât told her and thatâs why it stung. Thatâs why her features had sunk and she felt unsteady. But even she didnât fully believe that. Whatever it was, this.. feeling one thing for certain, she hated it.Â
Pulling her eyes away in an attempt to stop growing ache in her gut, Saorise tried her best to dismiss it. But it left her feeling angry. Frustrated that she had so little control over her own feeling that she couldnât will whatever it was to stop. It was just the alcohol. It was just the stuffy air. It was just that he hadnât told her. Telling herself it was something, anything to subside the reality of what the ache was. Because there was no way.. it had to be something else. Figuring some fresh air and a cigarette would clear her head, the blonde chuntered under her breath: "Thereâs somethinâ in this feckinâ butter beer..â, as she grabbed her coat and headed outside. Cursing under her breath at the cold, granted she was used to it than most from growing up in Ireland with a thirst for adventure had led to battering the cold often. But that didnât mean it wouldnât freeze her tits off any less. Though her hope for isolation and a moment of solace what quickly disrupted by the very person sheâd been hoping to hide from. Gus. âWhat ye doinâ out here?â The witch asked probably a bit too accusingly that she had intended it to be. Fumbling in her pockets for her cigarettes and lighter as she spoke, keeping her eyes off him: âLooks like youâve got your hands full in there, wouldnât wanna be wasting yer time, ye wouldnât want to leave yer date waitinâ and all.â @augustusmabbottâ
