With all the hairs in her face and the awkward way she was facing (and not to mention her lack of familiarity with him), Bella didn't realize who he was until he spoke. Suddenly, her head snapped around to look him in the eyes, a scowl on her face. No matter where she went or what she did, it seemed she couldn't avoid anything she associated with Ben Crouch.
(Not that there was anything or anyone else she could associate Arthur-fucking-Pettigrew with.)
She didn't even dislike him, really. He'd never done anything than warn her about what her actions might bring, and she hadn't disagreed with him on any of his points. Hell, she'd agreed with him on many of them.
However, his presence was very unwelcome in her very vulnerable and soon-to-be very drunk state. She didn't want to have to watch her mouth, hence why she'd tried to situate herself away from people. And she was not at all willing to give up the alcohol she'd just started drinking, because it wasn't hard to imagine she'd need it.
"I've always been there, thanks. People are just finally noticing it," she grumbled, taking another sip.
(Not that there was anything or anyone else she could associate Arthur-fucking-Pettigrew with.)
She didn't even dislike him, really. He'd never done anything than warn her about what her actions might bring, and she hadn't disagreed with him on any of his points. Hell, she'd agreed with him on many of them.
However, his presence was very unwelcome in her very vulnerable and soon-to-be very drunk state. She didn't want to have to watch her mouth, hence why she'd tried to situate herself away from people. And she was not at all willing to give up the alcohol she'd just started drinking, because it wasn't hard to imagine she'd need it.
"I've always been there, thanks. People are just finally noticing it," she grumbled, taking another sip.
— MJ is MAGICAL —