they're getting a bit of stares at this point but she doesn't care - had they been back home, they'd have been fighting to be the loudest in the hall. eventually winnie loads up a plate of snacks she can find and leads herself over to abeni, dodging the dancers and prances in between. "no corn dogs," she adds with a defeated sigh, "but we got deviled eggs. i think i saw a twinkie back there. a bit of funnel cake as well." she nods, popping another mini hotdog in her mouth - she wasn't going to complain, but it was no cookout she was used to. "alright," the thunderbird offers finally, "give me the skinny on who you've talked to. you seen some of these folks? shit, i've been single for way too long."
If there was one thing Abeni was used it, it was being stared at. Regardless of the reason, she found it a commonality across her life and so she paid it no mind. She grinned at the other woman as she got closer, thrilled there was no more of a need to yell quite as loudly, though Abeni was never one to refuse to make a spectacle if needed. "You know deviled eggs crawled out of Satan's asshole to spite us all," she sniffed. "But I would kill a man for a good funnel cake," Abeni added with a grin. Settling down to spill the beans to her best friend, Abeni leaned it. "They all seem so terribly stiff, like old dolls," she started. "A few of the Gryffindors seem like decent enough people though, and frankly this school is filled with insanely hot people. It just isn't fair! How about you? Seen anyone catch your eye?"













