"Lemonade, please." While men did not always remember that ladies needed a drink from time to time, when they did they tended to simply bring her one to start a conversation, or pour her something without asking. Sisse found the choice refreshing. She didn't need to drop a hint or politely try to decline, instead she could simply answer what she wished.

When he handed her the glass she took a delicate sip and looked out at the crowd. The faces were familiar, both from the past few weeks, but also from her time in Hogsmeade. These were faces she had grown up with, and while she may not know them all, she did at least know their faces, it was refreshing. And there was Sloane, her gaze caught on Alvin.

Sisse swallowed. She hadn't known how to say anything to Sloane about Alvin, not that she really had believed there was anything to say on the matter. Despite her stomach's knots and the tingles and jolts and bubbling happiness she felt this evening she still wasn't sure there was anything to say on the matter. Yet a sour edge crept in to her stomach. She knew she'd go home and worry over Sloane's notice, worry if there was a reason to talk to Sloane, or if she were being hypocritical about the whole thing. Truly she was beginning to understand why Sloane had never said anything about Cam to start with.

"Have I converted you yet?" She asked, gazing back up at Alvin and trying to put her friend from her mind.