#cordeliaeavan

Rosaline wasn't surprised when the door to her room at St. Mungo's opened and her sister walked in. Her arm was bandaged and she had spent the night drinking plenty of disgusting potions. "I uh...guess I should have listened to you, huh?" She asked, a wry smile on her lips. If she could go back in time and change things, she would have. The attack had been a blur, she remembered seeing Val on the ground, and then...then the wolf burst in and everything went to chaos. Andressa went down, and then...then it got her too. She hadn't quite processed any of it yet and hadn't seen anyone outside of Harrison, their parents, and Ajax. "You just missed Ajax, he had to go. Said something about Aurelia," she rolled her eyes. Even in St. Mungo's with a werewolf wound, she couldn't find it in her to like Aurelia. "Probably needed help sweeping out her fireplace or something equally unimportant."

The Hopping Pot seemed to be packing more people in by the second, and it had her longing for the comfort of Moribund's. She was certain that if she went there right now that it would be filled with similarly uncomfortable Pure-bloods that were trying to hide from the crowds of undesirables. But Rosaline was here to stay, unfortunately. Glancing around, she was looking for a familiar face, someone that she could talk to as she waited.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted Cordelia, standing similarly alone. She didn't think that she had ever been so grateful to see her older sister as she was in that moment, and she made a beeline for her.

"I know it's not Moribund's quality, but have a drink with me," she demanded, not bothering with hellos and small talk.