cherry wine ( remus lupin )

5.5 ; read me

Arabella was by herself most of the rest of the afternoon. Since Clara was dedicated to trying to show that she could be on the Quidditch team. It wasn't that no one was doubting her. Everyone knew that she cared more about herself, and her beauty than anything. 

The Great Hall was beautifully lit by the lights above. With there being houses on houses tumbling into the great hall getting ready for dinner. Giggling, and conversing with one another. When Arabella had made her way into the Great Hall by herself, the music played in her ears. Never gives Remus back his tapes since she is still listening to music. 

Something by Bowie was playing in her ear lowly since she didn't want to sit in the silence of not talking to anyone. Going over to the table, she felt her shoulder shift bumping into someone. "My apologies," Taking off one side of the headphone and putting it on the other side of the ear. 

Turning she saw Thomas standing over her. Her heart jumped wanting to run away from the situation. Not wanting to be in it. "New coming from you," He seemed to want to joke about the situation that happened in the past between the two of them. 

That didn't cause her to laugh, pushing her lips together and faking a chuckle so that the tension could maybe pipe down from the last time. "Wish I could say the same," Turning the tape off and putting the headphones inside of her bag that had all of the things she needed for her classes. 

"You could if you sat with yourself for a moment. Inside of pipping away to ghastly muggle music." Commenting on her, and the way she didn't want to confront anything instead running away from it. 

It was clear to her that neither of them knew how to handle this conversation or even wanted to handle it. Counting he was being immature by making jokes and comments that didn't need to be made to her. "Try it. 

So when Dinner at the Great Hall came around, Clara sat silently and ducked her head. Waiting a moment, "No." Ducking his head down. 

"Why no?" Arabella sat up, taking a final bite from the potato that she had on the plate. "I didn't even say anything." 

Waiting a long moment. The funny thing is right away Arabella had known that Clara had maybe given up on trying to be on the quidditch team. "Amos is going to help me tomorrow," Raising her eyebrows she was impressed with everything that she was trying to do to prove this. "Don't go on making any bets." 

"Wasn't thinkin' on it." Calmly speaking. 

Arabella tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, refusing to dwell on what Remus had said earlier. The sting of his words still lingered, but she wasn't about to let it consume her. 

She focused on the present, determined not to let the comments overshadow her mood. She didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to think about it, and certainly didn't want anyone else bringing it up.

As the evening progressed, she busied herself with the tasks at hand—catering to the needs of others and enjoying her dinner. 

The chatter around her provided a welcome distraction, and the clinking of cutlery against plates was a comforting, familiar sound. But just as she was starting to feel a little more at ease, something unexpected happened.

The rain that had been gently falling above them suddenly transformed into a cascade of colourful confetti. The tiny pieces shimmered as they fell, catching the light and swirling through the air like a burst of magic. Laughter erupted from the crowd as the confetti rained down, covering everyone and everything in a vibrant array of colours.

Arabella watched in awe as the confetti settled on people's heads, in their food, and even on their clothes. 

She noticed a nearby Ravenclaw, her blonde hair turning a brilliant shade of green as the confetti touched it. The sight was so unexpected and whimsical that it brought a smile to Arabella's face, momentarily lifting the weight of the day's earlier events from her mind.