George Weasley had finished his second dance with Daphne, then headed straight for a drink. He'd barely gotten to taste it when he'd been jumped by his brother's girlfriend and had her tongue jammed down his throat. And then! Fred had had the nerve to glare at him for it! Oh, he hadn't wanted to come to this stupid party anyway. He'd stormed off, sadly leaving his drink behind, and went to find somewhere quiet to think for a while.
He wandered to the garden, figuring it would be nice and quiet out there. The worst he could run into was someone making out in the bushes, right? And that would be pretty fun to interrupt. He made his way down the path, hands shoved in his pockets, not paying attention to much of anything until he noticed he was approaching someone on a bench up ahead. Were they alone? Hm. Was that... Seth Moon? What the hell was he doing out here, all alone?
"Trying to avoid a mob of fans?" he asked, pausing beside the bench and flashing the other a smile. "Or just having a really shitty time?"