That was good news, wasn't it? No sign of Seth. Nothing to ruin her night of drinking. That should be pleasing to her ears, recognition that he very well was not going to randomly appear out of the shadows at any moment. But despite not wanting to see Seth at all, a part of her did at the same time. She couldn't explain why, she knew how horrible he had been and things had changed because of that, but--- a small piece of her ached to see him. Here, anywhere... most preferably a public place were she would be less inclined to do something stupid.
It was just her yearn to publicly humiliate him further than she already had--- that was the root of all these confusing feelings. Yes, that was it. She just had to keep telling herself that and she would be fine. It completely made sense.
"I haven't been looking," Mira replied, tapping out of her thoughts and back into the real world. The last thing she was thinking about were the prospects of available men in their vicinity, let alone on a search for them. Shrugging her shoulders, she placed her chin on her shoulder to look out at the crowd. Maybe Victoria was more ready, and meant for herself.
"He's cute," she pointed with her chin toward what was no doubtably a quidditch player. How was it that they all were ridiculously good looking, body and face?
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