Trafalgar was at the celebration like anyone else.
There was music, noise, too many voices crossing over one another, and students from all three years filling the place with the kind of restless energy that only appeared after the end of final exams. Laughter came easily in a room like that. Relief did too. For most of them, tonight was exactly what it should have been.
And, to Trafalgar's mild surprise, fewer people approached him than he had expected.
That suited him perfectly.
He had come because Xavier had insisted, because the others were going, because refusing would have made it stranger than simply showing up. But if he could spend the night without being surrounded every five minutes, he had no complaints.
Even so, if he was being honest with himself, he was not enjoying it as much as he thought he would.
