And she had been having such a nice, dramatic-free evening so far. Dancing, drinking, eating, taking pictures-- it really just had all been very nice. Nothing to worry about in particular, except when would be the most appropriate time to go home. But that was all ruined now with the appearance of
Him.
What was he even
doing here! The party had nothing to do with quidditch, Seth certainly didn't know half the people
here like she did, thank you very much, and it--just--- why!
Mira felt her body tense up, already forgetting that it looked like she had drunkenly dribbled all over herself. Mustering anything but a tempered glare was difficult. Thank Merlin for magic or else Seth would be dealing with an entirely different kind of ruined-dress rage.
And!
And! She didn't believe him. Of
course she didn't believe him. What was the total count of 'accidental' run-ins now? Far too high for every single one to be a coincidence. Mira was just about to give him a piece of her mind when she looked up at Seth, and realized she really did not want this altercation. But she most certainly could not give up so easily! So, instead, Mira quickly buried her chin, conveniently remembering about her dress.
"Sure," she grumbled, brushing off herself with intention to do so before actually pulling out her wand to fix her front.
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