Valentines Day Dance!

Hesitating for few moments, Miseria was the next one who dared to enter the huge hall in Ministry of Magic. Not that she had any problems with the ministry, actually she was acting quite good with all the rules and stuff, but strangely she felt unconfortable. She knew that there were a lot of older people, and she already knew that Garulia knew about her pregnancy, and so did Khaat. So mostly she was worried about if they could keep this little secret. Well Khaat could, this was no problem. But did Garulia?

She swallowed hardly but made a smile on her face when she stepped closer to Khaat, Gar, Jess and Andrian. "Hello everyone," she said quietly. She didn't remember anything about the night when she transformed into a werewolf and attacked Andrian.

And this night, instead of wearing heavy tankboots or a lot of belts on her, she wore a dark-blue dress, and a little hat. But sadly or... even happily, she didn't remove her piercing. So much for the elegant dress, huh?

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Valentine’s Day. This was perhaps the most impertinent holiday on the calendar of notable days celebrated each year. It was a day on which people who thought they were in love with one another went out of their way to prove this to the other person. It was a celebration of a futile attempt to find someone who will make you happy forever, when in reality, the only thing that makes someone happy forever is always getting what they want, something they can never get from being with just one person.

Remy had never really understood humanity’s need to pair themselves off into monogamous relationships. To what purpose did you agree to be with just one person “til death do you part”? It seemed a rather foolish and contrived promise to Remy. It really just limited your options, in the long run.

This concept of monogamy was just one of the many things about Valentine’s Day that irked Remy. The flow of emotions, the overtly grand gestures of affection, the dopey-eyed looks spread across the faces of couples young and old; it was all so very… petty. While this may have disgusted many people, Remy had more reasons than most to hate the holiday. Not only was she incapable of feeling those emotions, but it was much harder to mimic them when everyone else’s emotions were real and in full force.

But Valentine’s Day was not a complete waste of time, even in light of all the nonsense that was floating past her as she stood outside the doors to the large room at the ministry. On Valentine’s Day, no one wanted to be alone, which made Remy’s work that much easier. Loneliness came out in full force on Valentine’s Day, and Remy was only too happy to be a cure for that loneliness, especially to some of the more powerful people she knew would be attending this social function.

If nothing else, she would get some other needs satisfied tonight, but that was not tonight’s primary goal. That type of need could be filled any night of the week, but it wasn’t so often that she had the opportunity to brush shoulders with so many influential people. Remy did not frequent the ministry all that often – at least not in the normal hours of the day. Late night calls from the higher ups who were “working late” (at least according to their wives) were another story.

But tonight she was on the prowl, and had dressed accordingly. Thwarting the requirement of red and pink on Valentine’s Day, Remy had chosen a particularly coquettish purple gown. The dress had off-the-shoulder cap sleeves and was tight across her bust and hugged the curve of her waist. As it passed her hips, though, the dress fanned out into a flurry of feathered tiers which fluttered slightly behind her as she walked confidently into the room.

The click of her black heels against the floor was nearly drowned out by conversation as she entered and floated toward the bar, wasting no time in taking a glass of the complimentary champagne and leaning against the bar, scoping out the room for her first target.

((Outfit for the evening, sans tophat and cane: ))

Landon Rooney really wasn't the sort of guy who would go out to some Valentine's Day dance by choice. But his parents had made him promise to go, something about making a good impression to his elders and such. He never really bothered to question their antics and they had sent him a new suit. How could he say no? It was a simple black pinstripe suit from Italy with new shiny black shoes to match. His parents had sent him a red tie but in order to not be outrageously cliche, he donned an aquamarine colored tie instead. He had toyed around with the idea of trying to get a date but decided against it. He didn't want any girls getting the wrong idea by inviting them to an event on Valentine's day.

Valentine's day was a holiday founded upon commercialism and hopelessly desperate and romantic females. A male was forced to buy their female counterparts roses or chocolates or something else even more ridiculously expensive on one day every year. What was the point in that? Couples fought for reservations at the most upscale of restaurants, scoured the stores for the perfect present, it was far too much work without any true reward. It was not that he was against the idea of love, though he had never experienced it, he was just against the idea of love having it's own holiday. Couples had anniversaries, birthdays, and things like that which would give them time to dote on their lover. They didn't need another day on top of that.

Besides, girls seemed even more aware of their singleness during the approaching days. They were more like creatures of the night prowling upon single men - or that's what he'd seen around school the last few days. Or they were too depressed about having no one to spend the day with that they looked as though their parents had been killed. It was all rather pathetic in his opinion. But here he was, taking part in an event which supported that blasted holiday.

He took a deep breath before walking into the room. There was already a fair amount of people here, his cousin Sophia was thankfully among them. He was glad to see someone he knew. Striding over towards her quickly, he hardly noted the other people she was standing with. "What's up Sophia? You look nice," he told her politely before turning towards the others and giving them a brief nod in greeting.

Louis walked into the giant hall at the ministry. He was wearing a dark red tuxedo with black pants. He wanted to stand out a little bit. He looked around, Butterfly wasn't here yet. He noticed Sophia talking to a Slythering Boy and that Lestrange guy. He sighed and walked over to the punch and got himself a little bit. His stomache growled at the site of all the food. He hadn't eaten all day, he quickly grabbed a little sandwich and stuffed it in his mouth and chewing and swallowing rather fast. He downed his punch and got some more, maybe Butterfly would get here soon.

Butterfly entered the ministry, looking around. Why was it being held here, and not at Hogwarts? Whatever the reason, the dance looked stunning. She tried to push her way through the crowd to find Louis. She could have sworn she had seen him by the food table, but then some man got in the way. But she was still going. She finally made her way through the last couple, and saw flame red hair. She smiled, and snuck up behind Louis.

"Boo." She said.

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Louis turned around grinning at her. He put his punch down and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Hello you!" he said kissing her on the lips. "It got crowded in here fast" he said looking around. He couldn't see Sophia or Sam anymore.

Elizabeth couldn’t believe that she was actually going to this stupid dance. If she had to write down a list of the reasons she was going, the list would be completely empty. But here she was anyways. Upon walking into the room, she regretted the decision entirely. She had the desire to sprint right back through the doors and get the heck out of dodge. But she was already here, might as well make an appearance. Besides, she did want to see Scorpius all dressed up with his date - it was something she’d never really seen before. As she scanned the room, she didn’t see anyone whom she instantly recognized, she went and grabbed herself a drink before heading towards the fringes of the room, hoping to blend in with the scenery for the moment.

She began to search through her purse for her flask; the one thing that could possibly brighten up this rather dark situation. Checking around her, she quickly poured the firewhiskey into her drink, hoping desperately that no one saw her. She was close enough to being seventeen anyways. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal. As soon as she took a sip she could feel the instant warmth spread throughout her. This night could take a turn for the better after all. Her eyes stayed glued to the door as she sipped her drink, waiting for someone of interest to walk in and save her.

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Scorpius walked through the doors into the hall where the dance was. He could immediately tell that it was already quite crowded, and he knew more people were coming as well. Finding Julia in this rush would take forever, so Scorpius decided to walk over to the bar to see if she was there. He was dressed in expensive black dressrobes. Scorpius rarely wore anything else to formal occasions like these. Pureblood people didn't wear those stupid muggle suits. A quick look around told him that Julia hadn't come yet, but he did notice Elizabeth. "Hey Liz," he said, walking over to her. "When did you turn seventeen?" he teased, smiling.

jess looked up and saw Remy enter. "We're matching," He told her, walking over to her. Truth was he was right, they were both wearing older styled clothes in purple, both were wearing older style hats, and both were holding a cane. "How are you?" He asked, giving her a smile. "Very good fashion sense by the way," he added

Landon Rooney wrote:Landon Rooney really wasn't the sort of guy who would go out to some Valentine's Day dance by choice. But his parents had made him promise to go, something about making a good impression to his elders and such. He never really bothered to question their antics and they had sent him a new suit. How could he say no? It was a simple black pinstripe suit from Italy with new shiny black shoes to match. His parents had sent him a red tie but in order to not be outrageously cliche, he donned an aquamarine colored tie instead. He had toyed around with the idea of trying to get a date but decided against it. He didn't want any girls getting the wrong idea by inviting them to an event on Valentine's day.

Valentine's day was a holiday founded upon commercialism and hopelessly desperate and romantic females. A male was forced to buy their female counterparts roses or chocolates or something else even more ridiculously expensive on one day every year. What was the point in that? Couples fought for reservations at the most upscale of restaurants, scoured the stores for the perfect present, it was far too much work without any true reward. It was not that he was against the idea of love, though he had never experienced it, he was just against the idea of love having it's own holiday. Couples had anniversaries, birthdays, and things like that which would give them time to dote on their lover. They didn't need another day on top of that.

Besides, girls seemed even more aware of their singleness during the approaching days. They were more like creatures of the night prowling upon single men - or that's what he'd seen around school the last few days. Or they were too depressed about having no one to spend the day with that they looked as though their parents had been killed. It was all rather pathetic in his opinion. But here he was, taking part in an event which supported that blasted holiday.

He took a deep breath before walking into the room. There was already a fair amount of people here, his cousin Sophia was thankfully among them. He was glad to see someone he knew. Striding over towards her quickly, he hardly noted the other people she was standing with. "What's up Sophia? You look nice," he told her politely before turning towards the others and giving them a brief nod in greeting.

Sophia hugged Matt and gave him a soft warm mile to tell him she was here for him no matter what happens.Sophia knew he looked happy on the outside but he was dying in the inside it was like Sophia can read him like a book. "Hey Sammy, you look so pretty!"said Sophia smiling hugging her. As she seen Andrian she gave him a oft warm smile and waved at him. Sophia looked around her Nikki but didn't see her anywhere in the crowd. "Where's Nikki at? Uusally she will never miss a dance even if he dateless!"said Sophia softly

Sophia saw her cousin and nodded. "I'm doing alright, don't really want to be here but I have nothing else to do and thanks I must ay your look nice as well."said Sophia looking around the place. Sophia wasn't a person who did Valentine' s Day he thought it was a stupid and pointless Holiday in her book. Seeing couples being all lovely dovey to each other made her sick she wasn't urprise she already left. "What are you doing here Landon, don't you usually avoid this Holiday?"Sophia aked him smirking. ophia knew her cousin pretty well, and he knew he wasn't the type of guy who went to dance.

Sophia couldn't help not to laugh at her cousin for she thought it was rather odd he was here when he usually avoided dance like this. "Bored like I was, or are you scoping out the girls?"Sophia asked him mirking them laughing. As she looked at Matt she could tell by the look on his face he wasn't really having a good time when made her feel sad as well for he wanted him to have fun. "I wish I could find mom for him, he look so lost without her."said thought to herself sighing. As she took a drink of her punch she wallowed and sighed starting to think going to this dance was a bad idea.