Bella flinched as the liquid flew into her face, and after letting out a scowl, stood up (well, maybe wobbled was the correct phrasing) from her seat and moved away from the gentleman (could she even call him that?).

"Hope you have a good life, Petty-grew," she hissed before readjusting her outfit — including her hat and hair, which she positioned to obscure her features once more — more drunkenly apparating away in a crack.

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