NONA PEPPER
Nicola had excused herself to the loo, and seeing an opportunity, Ollie quickly got up from the table as well. Tilting his head down, he didn't look up from the ground until the cool outside air hit his face. In relief, Ollie let out a long over-due exhale and ran his palm across his face. Madam Puddifoot's was stifling, with its low lighting and smoky atmosphere, not to mention the people seated around them were all... he shouldn't have let Nicola convince him to come here tonight. Or any night, for that matter. He really found her quite difficult to relate with most of the time, and the other half felt relatively indifferent about her general presence. Honestly, he didn't exactly know why he bothered.
Glancing around with a quick eye, Ollie suddenly pushed these thoughts out of his head. Albeit short, a proper reprieve from this evening would be necessary, and mean two things; a smoke, and not thinking much about what he didn't want to think about. Pulling a lone cigarette out of his pocket and his wand from another, Ollie lit his fag and took a deep drag.
Much better.
The confetti filled street felt less mocking, and the bright lights lining the streets less headache-inducing. Nothing could be done about the lovestruck couples congesting the streets like mindless ants, but Ollie doubted there was a fag (or spliff) big enough to swallow that nasty potion. He took another drag, turning slowly on his heel to meander away from an especially glitter-happy lamp--- and he had to hold back the sputter caught in his throat upon realizing there was a person standing directly behind him. Not just any person, but specifically, a witch with eyes that had the endless depth of grotto pools and an air to her that only reminded him now of euphoric devastation.
"Hello," Ollie murmured, gaze dropping to Nona's feet.
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