Cad couldn’t help but blink at her, just once, a slow owlish one like he wasn’t entirely sure what to say to her. He hadn’t meant to startle her, although he didn’t feel bad that he had; they weren’t friends, not really, but at the moment Millie was his lifeline to not be alone at the Coming Out Ball so he really hoped she didn’t just walk away for whatever reason. While he’d never had a chance to come to something as grand as this before, Cad was quickly realizing that social events with music loud enough to drown out any thought were something that he’d never enjoy.
”Sorry,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
He glanced sidelong at her, just enough to catch the flush across her cheeks, although he assumed it was from dancing. His fingers curled around the sleeve of his robe. “Well, I mean… no,” he admitted softly. “Not really.” It was magical for her, maybe, but then again Millie would be amongst them in just two short years. Cadogan would return home, or better yet, join the work force instead of being subjected to this.
“It’s loud. And hot. And it feels like everyone read some secret rulebook I missed out on.” And it wasn’t like Cad failed etiquette class, although even after being forced to take it he was still woefully unprepared for life outside of Hogwarts. His fingers curled tighter into the fabric of his sleeve. He wished he had a book. Or a reason to go.
”Sorry,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
He glanced sidelong at her, just enough to catch the flush across her cheeks, although he assumed it was from dancing. His fingers curled around the sleeve of his robe. “Well, I mean… no,” he admitted softly. “Not really.” It was magical for her, maybe, but then again Millie would be amongst them in just two short years. Cadogan would return home, or better yet, join the work force instead of being subjected to this.
“It’s loud. And hot. And it feels like everyone read some secret rulebook I missed out on.” And it wasn’t like Cad failed etiquette class, although even after being forced to take it he was still woefully unprepared for life outside of Hogwarts. His fingers curled tighter into the fabric of his sleeve. He wished he had a book. Or a reason to go.
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