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Post by rollo on Jan 21, 2013 8:22:10 GMT -5
 Rollo wasn’t one for celebrations. Actually he wasn’t one for leaving the house if it could be avoid. Here he was though. Like most social situations he had been talked into it by Coralie. She was supposed to be here somewhere but whether or not he was actually going to be able to find her was a whole other ordeal. He didn’t have the kind of innate locating skills that most people did. It was one of the few areas of his life where he just didn’t try. What was the point? Really why wade through loads and loads of people if Coralie was doing the same thing? It made more sense for him to just keep his feet firmly planted here and try to move with the ebb and flow of the crowd rather than attempt to find her on his own when it was clearly a waste of time.
Being here was something though, wasn’t it? Coralie had told him about the party for New Years and he had grudgingly agreed to come. This seemed like a bit of a mistake in hind sight but he had showed up to the house on time grudgingly invited in after he clarified that he was her sister. This was what school must have been like for most normal muggle children when they showed up at college or uni parties uninvited. Rollo wouldn’t know and seeing as this was actually his first party ever, due to his general distaste of people, he was pretty sure that he just wasn’t doing it right. He had posted up in the corner waiting to see if he could catch a glimpse of Coralie but in reality he knew that he was just waiting for her to find him. He wasn’t really looking because then he would have to move and wade through this ridiculous sea of people.
This was the way it always worked though. Coralie asked and Rollo did. Parties had been the one thing that Rollo had held out on for years. Parties had been the only thing he hadn’t agreed to before this point. She had convinced him to go to family outings, on blind dates, having lunch outside his own home when he wasn’t traveling, and everything in between. Sure this was all stuff that normal people did on a regular basis but Rollo wasn’t normal, hell he was hardly a real person as far as he was concerned. He was still mastering those oh so tricky hurdles like not telling someone that what they were saying was total bullshit or not answering questions honestly when people excepted neat little white lies. Those were not areas that one would consider Rollo’s strengths.
With a sigh Rollo lit a cigarette not even bother to ask whether or not he could actually smoke in this person’s abode. He just kind of hoped he could and if that didn’t work out well then it didn’t. Rollo truly didn’t care. He wasn’t the type to care about people other than him. Sure there were exceptions. There was always an exception to a rule. No one was totally one way or another on any given matter it was just another unfortunate fact of life. As he took a sip from his drink Rollo realized that there was little point of him sitting here and waxing on and on about the reality that life was not black and white but he failed to even think of an appropriate course of action.
What was he supposed to do? Move about and strike a conversation up with someone? Have a rather intriguing chat with someone on their views on this or that? Play a drinking game? No, none of that exactly screamed Rollo Bonette. Then again being here didn’t scream him either. So maybe he’d try to mingle, what could it hurt? Other than someone’s pride, ego, self-esteem, or their head in general. He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. He had almost moved away from his little corner, almost. Not that almost counted but it was progress wasn’t it? Granted he had figuratively and literally backed himself into a corner with his argument. It was best to just let it go and wait for Coralie.
It was a sad indictment that at his age he couldn’t even be bothered to fuss about with a conversation. What did that say about him exactly? Letting out a sigh Rollo stared at his drink wishing his sister would magically appear. Was it too much for him to ask for her to just apparate in front of him? He glanced at his watch. He had been early but not that early, it was enough to make the man mutter under his breath in frustration, “Come on Coralie, where the bloody ‘ell are you?”
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