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PattyH.
Patroclus was growing more and more disheartened.
He had never realized till this moment, the affects of his absence over the years. Right now proved to him, that besides the small group of friends he had made so far, he was quite alone.
He sat on a bench and watched the others dance, his friends whipped by in the throws of conversation and movement, but here he was, sidelined.
Selena walked over to the boy. He looked older than her, but she was getting tired of being a wallflower.
"Hello there, I'm Selena, would you like to dance?" she asked with a curtsy because that was how they asked people. She had attended enough of these blasted formal gatherings to know.