Chapter Ten
Watch it Crash
They had arrived at the party together. He had gotten her a firewhisky, and she had led him over to Fred and Angelina, congratulations in order. He was still unsure why he had left her side until he saw her, perfectly content, chatting up a wizard from London, a friend of a friend of the Weasley's. His guilt, eased. Until he saw her, sat alone at a table, sipping hopelessly, staring. She looked around, slightly drunk, wondering where he had gotten to, and just as he leaned in to kiss the perky blonde witch –
Katie Bell had the mother of all hangovers. She clutched her forehead, and Oliver was flooded by a guilt trip of epic proportions. He should have never let her go. She should have told him to stay and he wouldn't have left.
And here they are: An impassé.