Rose!
Thomas had his jacket strewn over his shoulder as he balanced along the foot high cement wall that separated a path and large rose bushes. The reception was a very nice time, but he'd forgone bringing Samantha along with him tonight because he knew his attentions would be elsewhere. Elsewhere being Rose, whom Thomas had tugged not-so-gently away from the main dining area when he'd spotted Pepper laughing with his friends at a nearby table. From what Thomas knew, the two were on amicable terms, but amicable for Rose and Octavius might mean that they didn't try to tear each other's clothes or head off.
Either or.
"So, where did Kendall say he was going?" Thomas asked, though he knew quite well where his other friend was.
That was a whole other dilemma that Thomas was planning on keeping his nose out of until after playoffs.
He didn't know how he'd managed to have the easiest past few months out of the trio of friends, though he did suspect that being unable to perform magic for a good few weeks was enough to please the fates or karma or---whatever it was. Thomas was not going to complain about his lack of excitement. He already had enough to deal with after a week of housing Andrea Johnson and his constant surveillance of her extracurricular activities. She may not have caught the snitch in that final week, but she'd flown better than he'd ever seen her and Thomas could only feel good about making it into the playoffs.
And knocking out the Kestrels, but he would never utter that aloud. Kendall could probably hear him from his place on a beach towel. Thomas continued walking along the hedge, one arm out to keep balance as he kept up pace with Rose who was below.
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