Handsome had thrown a party with the intention of five, ten, maybe fifteen people showing up, but it seemed that more than the the Hogwarts class of 1888 had shown up to celebrate. He was certain a number of them had just come for the alcohol, because they were oh-so-willing to take the free rounds he was paying for.
(Bless his recent inheritance for that.)
He'd been a bit disappointed to hear that Miss Midford didn't plan on coming despite his expectation that she wouldn't; not seeing Miss Woodcroft at the beginning of the evening had only contributed to his grumpiness. By the time the sun had begun to disappear over the horizon, he was already tipsy—actually he was a little more than tipsy, but he was far from the drunkest there. Fortunately, no one had gotten into trouble. Yet.
A broad smile on his face appeared at the sight of the short brunette, and he pulled himself off of the wall he was leaning against and took a step towards her. "Miss Woodcroft!" he managed. "I'm so glad you came. I thought I wouldn't be seeing you tonight," he said. Despite his coherence, there was an obvious slur to his words—a clear indication that he'd been drinking.
(Bless his recent inheritance for that.)
He'd been a bit disappointed to hear that Miss Midford didn't plan on coming despite his expectation that she wouldn't; not seeing Miss Woodcroft at the beginning of the evening had only contributed to his grumpiness. By the time the sun had begun to disappear over the horizon, he was already tipsy—actually he was a little more than tipsy, but he was far from the drunkest there. Fortunately, no one had gotten into trouble. Yet.
A broad smile on his face appeared at the sight of the short brunette, and he pulled himself off of the wall he was leaning against and took a step towards her. "Miss Woodcroft!" he managed. "I'm so glad you came. I thought I wouldn't be seeing you tonight," he said. Despite his coherence, there was an obvious slur to his words—a clear indication that he'd been drinking.
