"Eddie Castile. It's good to see you too." Mia replied warmly, returning his embrace though not so much like he was porcelain because he wasn't. No, he was a very fine, sturdy specimen of dhampir. Most of her flings at St. Vladimir's had been with fellow Moroi. She tended to seek out royals back then as if proximity to them would basically grant her some sort of honorary status among them. But it wasn't as if she didn't notice, let alone appreciate the dhampirs.
Of course, she'd had the biggest crush on Mason but then he went off and died on them... So that was that. It was the end of a lot of things, really. Being boy-crazy became a thing of Mia's past same with gossiping all the time. In a way, she envied her former selve's naivety, having actually once thought there was nothing more interesting in the world than who was screwing who.
Speaking of Mason Ashford, her eyes scanned the room until they landed on him again. It was so surreal. He was not just here but alive. She kind of wondered how such a thing was possible but at the same time, Mia didn't really want to question it too much. She was glad to have him back, however it had happened.
He was deep in conversation with some pretty brunette and ever observant, she couldn't help but notice what seemed like flirtation between the two. The old her would have had a rumor through half the room within the next five minutes that they were banging but Mia wasn't that girl anymore so she merely observed before glancing back to Eddie who also seemed to be tuned in to the brunette but not in the same way. He actually seemed kind of oblivious to it but that was boys for you.
"So, you're rear guard, right?" She asked casually. "And Mason is front guard? Or...?" It sounded like a question but it was more of an insinuation. Okay, so maybe a little bit of the old Mia was still in there. But just a little bit.