June 8th, 1888 - The Three Broomsticks
Handsome's Grad Bash

Emmeline had gone back and forth several times on whether she should actually go to the little get together Handsome was throwing. It wasn't as if she had graduated or anything. And really, she didn't have many friends when it came down to it. Of course, Handsome could easily be considered a close friend but he would surely be the only one there that she could say that about. So going down to the Three Broomsticks, which was also something of a slap to the face, would be a bit embarrassing. Wouldn't it?

Eventually, however, she'd decided that what would it hurt to actually go. She could at least stop in and congratulate him since she hadn't really had a chance to before. It was probably the last time she'd really see him. They were from two entirely different worlds, after all, and she doubted they'd ever run into each other within society again. She was surprised how that thought actually hurt her some. She'd come to quite enjoy her time spent talking with Handsome. He'd become something of a constant in her life and the thought of losing that hurt more than she cared to admit.

Thanks to all of her wondering, she found herself showing up to the little bash a bit late. However, it wasn't really all that littler. There were actually quite a lot of her fellow classmates there and clearly the drinks had been passed around with a ferocity she hadn't actually anticipated. With her late birthday though, she was as old as most of them there. She had yet to ever really imbibe though and she now felt herself a bit unsure of herself all over again.

Then she saw Handsome. She managed to make her way toward him with a smile. "I hadn't expected so many people to be here," she said as she continued to smile up at him, her cheeks flushing with a bit of embarrassment as she was so prone to do.

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