Angelina had made her way through the crowd, saying hellos and toasting to George's birthday. Now she was out on the deck. She leaned against the railing, holding a butterbeer and getting some fresh air. Of course it was a bit cool to be outside in a skirt without a coat, but the liquor in her system from earlier was keeping her warm and the wind was quiet.
Angelina took a sip of her drink and closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of awakening spring in the night. This was supposed to be Fred's birthday too and the thought of that missed anniversary had crossed her mind a few times tonight.
She was back home. She had avoided missing him for as long as she could and now, here, it was rushing to swallow her up again.