Eleanor had heard the sound of running footsteps behind her, but hadn’t turned to look. She had, however, kept a tight grip on her wand, just in case, especially as the footsteps seemed to be going in the same direction as hers. She really didn’t want to curse anyone, but at this time of night? Well, all kinds of people were out this time of night, even someone like herself who just wanted to go home. Focusing on those footsteps, staying alert kept her mind quiet for a couple of minutes, took her thoughts off of what it meant that Gaspard had been at V-Bar tonight. And then, just as she could see The Quatre, she heard him calling for her.
Therefore, she stopped.
She let go of her wand and drew in a deep breath to steady herself, before she turned around. The sight of him made her want to cry and not just because he had hurt her simply by being himself. By the looks of it, he was hurting too and hadn’t been taking care of himself and she hated him just a little bit for that. How could he not treat someone she loved so much, better than he had? Even if that someone was himself?