InsaneJournal

Huddled with the many layers of her skirt bunched in her arms, Saoirse couldn't say she was very interested in ensuring the entertainment of the guests at her own wedding. She supposed she thought if they were truly not enjoying themselves, then there would be no fault of departure from the little, nestled section of land on the Fawcett grounds the Williams-Mullet reception had taken over. After all, wasn't the benefit of friendship to express honesty between the other? To not feel forced into doing whatever it was that one did not want to do?

Saoirse knew very much what it felt like to be pushed to do something that she otherwise did not want to, which was certainly why she and Howell had tucked themselves away in the closet under the stairs back at Drystan and Bess' house in downright defiance of Wedding Planner Caramel Flume's expressed wishes. She was sure there must be some important thing that they should be attending to at this instant, like cake cutting, or pressing small talk with table three, or preparing a set of magically-lit birds to fly into the night sky or other, but as always, Saoirse couldn't care. All she had, all she needed from the day was right beside her, and only wanting that, she felt little guilt in slipping away with Howell for a bit of quiet every time the opportunity arose (or when it didn't).

Surely this hiding place of theirs would soon be exposed as the others had, but for now, Saoirse felt content in sitting on the floor with her head resting against Howell's shoulder. In a brilliant move the last time they had been dragged out to the party, Howell managed to steal a plate from dinner. Looking at it, uncurling one of her arms to wrap it around his own, she regarded the magically-refilling dish before their feet. With their wands both lit above, propped on a coat hanger, the foods on it were very easy to see.

"Is this quail?" she asked, finding the meat odd. Her lips pressed together, and picking her head up to look at Howell for a funny moment, Saoirse realized she found that too strange. A soft and tinkering laugh escaped her lips as her eyes, as they always did, gazed to his.