I really hate to do this, especially after the mess with Zach, and at the last minute to boot, but it turns out I won't be able to go to the Moon-Calf Dance with you. My parents have contracted my engagement with someone else, and even though we're just mates and you have a boyfriend, the (non-Quidditch) harpies at these things are vicious, and I don't want any imagined slight to effect you or the charities I work with. I'd say it would be fine because neither of us have announced it, but I don't know who my parents or the bloke might have told. Again, I am so sorry, and I hope you can get in and see Oberon anyway.
[Trent] None of this has been either of our choice. What do you say we take control a little and meet up somewhere on our own, before our parents coordinate some ridiculously stuffy dinner or party, where we both have to play our parts? As bullshite as they are.
[Friends and Ced, Ky, and Alec] There are days when I wish i was a fecking beater.