@wiitchicst (mildred)
Distracted? That was probably the biggest understatement of the year. It seemed to be a more an more common thing the more Pippa was around, too. It was something she would usually try harder to avoid, but tonight, with everyone celebrating and otherwise occupied, Hecate allowed herself a few minutes of distraction.
She was seated toward the corner of the room, her chin resting in one hand and her gaze fixed on the bubbly, pink-clad woman across the room, an expression that was far from typical of her plastered across her face. Fondness? Longing? Maybe a bit of both. Not that she would admit to either of those things.
But distracted? That she could hardly deny, as made even more evident by the fact that she didn’t even notice the presence of one of her students beside her.


















