While most everyone else was off partying at the Three Broomsticks, Billie had decided to go off on her own (for the most part) and spent her time celebrating Gryffindor’s wind in the Hog’s Head. It was the less popular bar by a long shot, which meant less people would be there, and that was just fine, in her opinion. She was able to have a few drinks, and those who frequented at the ramshackle establishment were less prone to approaching her, even though she stood out like a sore thumb, decked out in fine robes of red and gold. She just sat on her stool, nursing her second glass of whiskey on the rocks until there was nothing left but liquor flavored ice that she would suck on. She paid her tab, feeling a good buzz as she finally stood to her feet, waving goodbye to the tender behind the bar before making her way back onto the streets.
She wasn’t paying very much attention to what was going on around her, focused more on trying to get back to her room. That match had definitely gone on far longer than she had anticipated, though she imagined it was more grueling for the players on the field than those who were watching. Sometimes she forgot how stiff ones neck could get, watching a game. It was so different when you were part of the action, though she definitely felt like she was back at Hogwarts, sitting in those bleachers.
When she heard her name being called her brows furrowed together, especially since she couldn’t place who was saying it. She turned around, looking around until her eyes landed on Seth Wadcock, the only person who was walking towards her. His question caused her to smirk, looking around at everyone else.
“At this rate, I’m not quite sure it’s ever going to be over.”
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