Surprisingly, Scarlett gave a small smile back. It had been a while since someone gave her hope. With no questions asked at least. She shifted her weight a bit, biting her lip after a long moment, nodding. “Well…thank you. I’m Scarlett, by the way.” She offered, extending a hand.
“It’s no problem at all. Lovely to meet you. I’m Klaire. Klaire Ravensbone.” The warlock smiled as she shook Scarlett’s hand.
“Hopefully it’ll be fun, it’s the fae they can throw a party but they are the fae so I wouldn’t put past them to do something mischievous at the party.”
“So I’ve heard. I hope it’s nothing too mischievous, but I guess they’re not too fussed about that.”
“That’s a very good point,” Matt agreed with a laugh, “Meh, I really don’t like wearing tie but I guess this is a tie wearing event.”
“Yeah I don’t think you’ll get away with not wearing a tie with this one.” Klaire said sympathetically, half smiling as she did. “At least it’s just the one night and it should be fun.”
Scarlett blinked. “Parties….aren’t really my thing. Or anything like that. I’m just going because I’m new. Figured I needed to meet people somehow. Been in my room the past few days.” Scarlett pursed her lips–she hadn’t meant to say that but it was out in the open now.
“I get that. Parties aren’t my favourite thing either, but they can be quite fun plus nearly everyone here are really friendly. If you need anything I would be happy to help.” Klaire smiled trying to reassure the werewolf.
“This cannot possibly be worse than the last gathering.” Ophelia took an unimpressed sip of her drink, looking out over the crowd with an expression bordering on scorn. “But anyone who thinks they can let their guard down is sorely mistaken, and I look forward to seeing the consequences.”
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