Alice had looked around for a bit to see if she could spot her friend and her date, and beamed when she spotted the two of them together. She saw Avaria kiss him on the cheek, which made her want to squeal with delight. She had definitely made the right choice, setting them up together. Not wanting to disturb them, she turned back to Blake to share the happy news. She didn't spot him right away, but as she moved in the direction of the drinks table, she saw him after a group of students moved out of the way. Alice didn't immediately realize what she was seeing, but when she did she stopped in her tracks. There was Blake, her boyfriend, kissing another girl. She was completely frozen in shock, unable to do anything but blink. What... was this? How could he do that? She knew he liked her, he kept telling her so. So why would he do this? Alice's face flushed, and she felt tears sting in her eyes. But she wasn't going to shed any, not here and now. With an almost eerie calm, she walked over to the two of them.
Alice placed a hand on Blake's shoulder, which thankfully caused him to pull away from the younger girl. Alice turned her attention on the Gryffindor, who she recognized vaguely, but now immensely disliked. "Would you excuse me and my boyfriend for a moment?" She asked her, her voice cold as ice. The glare she then gave the younger girl said more than her words could, but she only spared her a moment before turning her attention to Blake. The tears were still threatening to spill, but she managed to force them back for now. She would be able to get out of here soon, part of her brain was already calculating how far it would be to walk to the doors of the great hall. Alice's voice was perhaps a bit louder than she needed it to be, but she wanted nearby people to be able to hear her. Still, she wasn't yelling as she spoke to Blake. "I don't know what sort of idiotic game you're playing, but I'm not going to ..." She faltered, for a moment before finding her resolve again. "I'm not going to put up with it. You're a pathetic loser, Blake. And I'm dumping you." She then grabbed a drink from the table, emptying it on Blake's head. She hadn't intended to do that at first, but it was too satisfying and she couldn't regret it. The only thing she regretted was the way her voice had wobbled at the end of her sentence. But there was nothing to be done now. Alice turned away, and while she wanted to stride out gracefully, she couldn't stop herself from breaking into a run after a few steps. She needed to get out of the great hall, before she burst into tears. Why had Blake betrayed her like this? Had it all been just a joke? Or had he simply been happy to replace her the moment her back was turned? She didn't know, and she wasn't ever going to find out.