AFTER 8 PM
If there was anyone he could tell anything to, it would be Lily. She was so kind and understanding, and she would understand. But he didn't want to trouble her, or ruin her night because his own had went to Hell. Did he want to talk about it? No, because that made it real. But he spoke up anyway.
"It's like you saw," he said quietly. "Sirius left with Lucius Malfoy. I.. thought.. at first, that it was because Sirius was drunk and didn't know what he was doing. But, he made it clear to me that he wanted to go. Shoved me, cursed me. I've never seen him like that before." The more he spoke, the more upset he became. By the end of it, his voice cracked and he ran a hand through his hair.