You took another sip of your tea. These parties were incredibly boring, but at least they always had the best food. You could’ve sworn they put something in the sandwiches to make them so addicting.

A brunette man stood next to you. He looked as unamused with this whole thing as you did. You recognised him, though. He was the son of one of the people at this awful party. His name was… Langdon? Lonion? Something with an L.

“This is dreadfully boring, isn’t it?” He said, looking out onto the sea of people dancing slowly to some sappy love song.