Though she had wanted to go to the soiree this evening to see her friends, and she had spent a great deal of time with them before and during, Febs was mostly looking forward to the after of the evening. Everything else had been fun, of course, getting ready with B and Lena like they had back in school, accosting Mr. Rosier for booze, seeing Dolly and some of her other school friends, it had all be lovely of course, but Febs was socialized-out now and she just wanted to go to Edric's and stay the night. Her mother thought she was staying with a friend for the night, which wasn't unusual considering they had used her house to get ready, one intrusion was enough, the late hour of her return didn't need to wake up the entire house.

And it was late, she realized when she finally bid Dolly goodnight and congratulations on a splendid event. She'd only managed to see Edric a handful of times across the evening, trying hard not to make her looks his way too obvious, though she probably didn't do that great of a job. Frankly she was ready to go and relax to get the pins out of her hair and this dress off her body, so when she slipped out of the hotel and apparated straight into Edric's room, she was more than ready to collapse on his bed. However there was still a ballgown to contend with, jewelry to take off and other ridiculous layers to deal with. Febs decided to start at the top with her pins.

Warm brown eyes landing on him, she smiled slowly. "Hi," She greeted softly, unsure of how long he'd been here himself. The excitement of the evening started to ebb and she could feel the exhaustion radiating down her limbs as she raised her arms to start pulling pins from her hair. "I was surprised to see you tonight, did you have a good time?" She hummed, clearly amused; he hadn't told her he was going and so when she'd first spotted him, she'd been a little surprised, but in the long run, really wasn't. Febs honestly hadn't even second-guessed it, just kind of rolled with it, it wasn't like she was misbehaving or assumed he was there to keep an eye on her. Well maybe he had been, but it was a very Edric move, so she didn't even think twice about it.

Working the pins and twists from her hair, the chestnut waves slowly fell, little by little down over her shoulder as she set the pins aside on the nightstand. Finally she ran her hands through her long locks making sure she'd gotten all of them. One clattered to the floor signaling she'd missed it, which caused her to chuckle quietly to herself. She bent to pick it up, stretching her back in the process and slipped out of her shoes. That was immediately better. Next she slipped off the simple bracelets from her wrists and the necklace of her mother's went to join the pile. Not having her pendant, her locket or her ring on her person was incredibly disconcerting. All were safely tucked away in the bottom of her jewelry box at home, but still it felt weird.

With all of those things accomplished, she sighed softly, moving to where he sat on the bed. Febs leaned in to kiss his cheek gently. "Mmm, I agree, I lost interest about halfway through the night." Thank goodness for good friends and good booze. "I'm sad we didn't even get to dance." That was perhaps the only regret of the evening. She should have tried harder to make time for it, but had barely had time to say hello to half of the people she didn't see on a regular basis. "Unbutton me, I can't reach them all." She chuckled again, pulling her hair over her shoulder as she turned away from him. The option to use her wand crossed her mind, but she also thought he wouldn't mind either.

Febs hummed out a soft sigh of approval as she felt the restrictive layers of her dress loosen around her body. There were far too many layers with an evening gown, more than a regular day dress, but he miraculously managed to get it to the point where she could get out. Shrugging out of the layers, she laughed as they pooled downward. Left with only her  stockings and chemise, which hardly counted thanks to its thin straps and shorter length, Febs stepped out of the mass of skirts and hefted them from the floor. She laid them across the chair nearby, padding back toward him with a sly smile.

"Oh come now, please?" The night wasn't technically over. Holding her hands out to see if he would humor her, she waggled her eyebrows at him. "I had a lovely evening, missing you aside." Truthfully she had, though it would certainly be enough socializing for a while. "I did not get to meet the guest of honor, did you?" Febs had actively avoided the seer, leaving that nonsense to September. Her sister was much more fascinated by the subject, as was her mother, but Febs knew just enough to stay away if she could help it. Every time she'd seen it happen, either correctly or incorrectly, it caused trouble, which was the last thing she needed right about now.

Grinning in triumph Febby allowed herself to be pulled against him, swaying gently to no music, though she hummed a little tune to herself as he spoke. This was so easy, why did it have to be the definition of "wrong" in society's eyes? Of course once they were finally married it wouldn't matter, but honestly all of the nonsense beforehand was going to be the death of her.

"Oh my, aren't you a bigshot?" She teased lightly with a sly smile, tossing her hair over her shoulder casually. "Divination is September's thing, not that she's got any gift; mom dabbles too, but I always thought it was kind of frivolous." Febs shrugged slightly. It wasn't as if she thought all seers were phonies, but a matchmaking one sounded like a ploy if she'd ever heard one. Sighing quietly, Febs leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder. Merlin she couldn't wait until this was their every night- well maybe not impromptu dancing, but coming home to the same bed at the end of the day.

Febs snickered slightly, "Did Miss Valentine have anything interesting to say to you?" Thinking it would be kind of funny- though also had the potential to be problematic?

Interest piqued, Febs tried to downplay it, but wasn't so sure she'd be any good at it. He had the annoying knack of seeing right through her sometimes. She leaned back a little to loop her arms around his neck, pressing up against him in an attempt to use some subtle persuasion. "Oh she did? Anything good?" She quirked one eyebrow expectantly, though smiled a little hoping to feign nonchalance.

Whatever it was Miss Valentine had to say to Edric, it wasn't like Febs was going to put any stock into it. Honestly. What self-respecting woman would go on the word of some woman she'd never met and who knew nothing about the situation? (Thank Merlin!) Febs realized briefly that her sister likely would, but Febs had never and would never be that naive. September was a sweet girl but Febs was made of stronger stuff and had opinions on her own life, unlike some girls her age.

Unexpectedly relieved, Febs chuckled quietly. Whatever it was Miss Valentine had to say, didn't seem to matter much to Edric, so Febs wasn't going to dwell on it either. "Mmm maybe she wanted you for herself." He was quite the catch, handsome, financially stable, newly promoted. Fortunately he was already caught.

"Too bad for her," Febby mused as she pressed her lips to his jaw lightly. "I don't share." Really though, Febs didn't want to put any thought into whatever it was the seer had to say. Even if she'd actually seen something, it didn't necessarily mean anything, right? Visions were always open to interpretation after all. Her mother said as much every time she did a tarot reading. Febs was determined to take it all with a giant grain of salt and not let it ruin their night. Not now, not after going all night without his company, she finally had all night to stay.

Biting her lip, Febs could only quirk another eyebrow at him. "I would certainly hope not." She knew he was just teasing; Febby rather thought they were long past questioning one another's faithfulness. Not to mention without anything being public, it wasn't like anyone knew either one of them was off the market and they had to act accordingly. Febs hadn't really had to deal with it much, but had always had a flirtatious nature, now she just tended to steer toward friendly disinterest.

Her lips curled into a genuine smile at his follow up comment. It was nice to think he thought her beautiful, even if she wasn't always so sure. Confident, yes, but not always one to really play up appearances. Then again, right about now she felt as such, but that probably had something to do with the look in his eyes a few minutes ago after she'd slipped out of her dress.

It took February a minute to realize just who he may have been referring to- clearly distracted trying to follow him to the bed  and what came after, but she laughed easily when she figured it out. "You mean Nate? Handsome brunette about my height?" She pressed her lips together to stifle the laugh, but ended up not being able to keep up the pretense anyway. "That's August's best friend. We've been friends since we were eleven." Febs hummed out as she moved one hand to run it through Edric's hair.  "He was making sure I hadn't had too much champagne. Bless him." And that had been before she'd run into Mr. Rosier, so she hadn't even lied about it either!

Following him to the bed, Febby chuckled slowly, hiking her chemise up her thighs, settling herself with her legs on the bed on either side of him. Honestly she'd thought he would have given her a harder time on that one and she almost made a quip about Nate being her first love (in her head, as a young girl) but thought better of it. Nate was like an extra brother, it wasn't as if he'd ever even been aware she fancied him at all.

"Your only competition is all in your head." She murmured as she framed his face with her hands, leaning in to kiss him slowly, letting the intensity build on its own. Sliding her hands through his hair again, she pressed against him, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline through her veins. At this point in the night they probably should have tried actually sleeping, but she didn't have to get up for once so she wasn't fussed. It had also been a while since they'd been that irresponsible; she was in the mood to tempt fate tonight.