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Drake :)
It had seemed like a good idea, going to this party. All of their friends would be there, and there was no press to...well, impress so it could be a good time. Carys had actually been looking forward to going to the party, thinking that she'd be able to break out of her holiday funk and ring in the new year in good spirits, but as she and Drake made their way toward the address on the invitation she felt her chest twist and she stopped on the street corner just a block away from the entrance.

"I don't want to go anymore," she said with a pout, ready to kick her shoes off and sit down right there on the curb of the pavement. Drake would either be thrilled to go back home or annoyed that she'd dragged him out here for no reason, but she couldn't care at the moment. She didn't even want to be home, she didn't want to be anywhere.

Carys pushed her hair behind her ear, looking out into the street. She didn't even want to eat, which was all she'd been doing lately. She didn't want to go home, she couldn't eat, and she couldn't play some quidditch, and even if she could it would just remind her of her dad, and how on New Year's Eve he would fly her up as close to the fireworks as possible and that she hadn't done that since he'd died. Oh, hell, her husband better figure out something soon before she burst into tears at her stupidly depressing thoughts.