Tonight was difficult, Kirley wasn't the most enthusiastic of Quidditch fans; despite being son and brother to two of the league's more well known females (after the Harpies) and being the Keeper of the Year's date. That whole situation was going to get him into trouble with his Mother; he was sure of it. Sleeping with the enemy and all that. Not that he really cared, he was old enough to make his own decisions and not be told what to do by the 'great' Catriona McCormack.
He felt a mixture of happiness for Olly and sadness for Meghan; he wasn't good at feeling ambivalent at the best of times and this particular time was stressing him out. Excusing himself from the table, he wandered over to the bar, seeking something a little stronger than wine. Ordering a dark rum, he cradled the glass and watched the crowd for a minute before getting a familiar craving. Glancing to his left he noticed an approachable looking youngster and smiled.
'Don't suppose you know if I can smoke in here or not?'
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