#c | barty

The great gatherings of the weekends made them the perfect time for Briar, and she often found herself in various wizarding locales, waiting only a short amount of time before someone she knew, or, in rarer cases, someone she wanted to know, would waltz through the door. Over drinks and appetizers she thrived, and she didn’t intend for this night to be any different. 

However, when she recognized a particular face among the crowd, she knew she had to make the time. Carefully and lightly, she weaved through the people who were starting to gather, before finding herself next to her latest target. “Barty,” her grin was dazzling as ever as she looked to him. “I was hoping to run into you.”

From her personal balcony, Briar had been able to see a small clearing in the Flint gardens, and what looked to be a rather promising gazebo. After spending the early part of her day between her friends and the rest of the guests, she had chosen a book, and made her way outside, content to have at least a little time to herself, before the evening festivities commenced.

As it turned out, seeing the gazebo from her balcony and finding it on the ground were two very different ventures, and the blonde was, admittedly, feeling more lost by the second. Spotting a figure ahead of her, too far to place exactly who, Briar called out, “Are you just as lost as I am out here?”