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Balls could be ever so boring, a parade of pathetic humans strolling about as if their presence came to be worth anything. She did not care. In due time, they’d be stripped of their frilly dresses, be made to realize how utterly wasteful a good majority of their lives truly were. Alecto sighed; she could use a crisp helping of alcohol to sate her weariness, though no offerings seemed to be available. “Hey. Dolohov,” she hissed, spotting the male at her immediate right. “C’mere, hrm? What would you say to a brief interlude away from this ridiculous affair. Step outside with me?”
He'd been standing quite still, making no effort to ingratiate himself into such base festivities. But she, a match to his virulent nature and a marked beauty in the house of snakes, calls through the dark void of thoughts and interrupts silence he had self inflicted to escape the swirling bustle. A simple nod is his reply, not needing to be persuaded twice to evade the irritating swarm that made up the school's pathetic masses. His nod and barest smile of agreement are muted, and yet speak volumes for his usual stoic and glacial mask. And an arm slips politely and unspoken through her elbow to lead her graciously away from the prying eyes of the ball's many attendees. Only when they'd slipped uninterrupted from the Hall and the deafening sounds of the party, does he break the quiet with thickly accented tones, "You could not have pulled me away at a better time, Miss Carrow."
