Skirting Around the Issue | Sybill & Evan
Sybill both had and had not seen this coming. She’d seen snippets of both parties, tinged with confusion and the dream-like swirl which accompanied everything that not yet was. When she’d woken up that morning though her addled brain hadn’t made much of it, hadn’t taken into consideration the times or places. Just people at parties, she’d thought.
It was something of an oddity, yes, annoying perhaps. But certainly not the end of the world- everyone was here to celebrate something after all, hopefully they’d all be courteous enough not to ruin the fun. So Sybill just stuck to the crowd she knew and drank a glass of wine, and by halfway through her second she was starting to feel it- she’d never had the highest tolerance, and with her meager sleep these days it was hardly surprising.
Now, after what had gone down with Olivander’s she’d been resolute in the decision to no longer associate with Evan Rosier. Whether anyone else knew the truth about him or not was irrelevant. She knew what he’d done. She hated it, and she hated him.
But the only thing stronger than her self preservation was her will to protect the naive. Poor Henry was just a temp at the Ministry- a pleasant and chatty young chap who obviously had no idea of what the man he was flirting with was capable of. Sybill made her way over, gently clearly her throat and giving the two a serene smile. “So sorry to interrupt. Henry, Jasper’s looking for you. Something about a betting pool on the gender of the baby?”
Not entirely untrue, and enough to have Henry saying goodbye to Rosier and heading to quite the opposite side of the room. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Rosier...”
