Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
Here he was again...another party and another set of dress robes. Bentley had lost track of the amount of those he had ended up acquiring over the years. Just recently his mother had donated all the ones that he had outgrown to an orphanage. And now he was in a new one. The upcoming holidays would also have him in dress robes almost every night.
The sixth year sighed to himself and checked his watch. His girlfriend should be showing up any time soon, until then he was content to people and maybe mix and mingle with a few familiar faces.
Seeing Aslan, he nodded and flashed a smile at the girl but didn't move. She didn't particularly look like she wanted company at the very moment, but he was sure he'd bug her for a dance a bit later in the evening.
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