Blitzo's words echoed in his mind. Stolas had never felt this hollow in such a long time. The longer he dwelled on it, the more tears came from his eyes. Eventually it was too much and he stopped. He walked around his home for a few times, read a couple of books.. But it was only temporary. A balm for the soul for a fleeting moment. He felt a maelstrom of different emotions; anxiety, frustration, sadness-- It was all so much to handle.

He didn't expect to be invited out to the 'Anti-Blizto party' not even 20 hours after the incident. But he was grateful that it was for tomorrow; he wasn't sure if he could face a crowd so soon. Stolas mulled over it quietly before neatly folding the paper in half and put it in his pocket. "Maybe.. I don't exactly go out as much." He murmured, his British accent coating his words smoothly.

As he arrived at the two-story house, Stolas felt sick. It was a mixture of should he because he could? Or should he do because he wants too? He didn't have much of a choice when Verosika spotted him and welcomed him inside enthusiastically. He had to admit.. But the amount of people here that were Blitzo's exes worried him, but it was better than being alone.