“I’m not going there to celebrate a blood traitor and a mudblood. Why the hell’s this school even allowing wedding here is beyond me.” Antonin picked up a glass and took a long sip as he looked over at the person approaching. The party seemed to be raging, but he wasn’t planning on even stepping a foot there. It was all about principles, and he had way too many. “What’s your excuse?” @finestra-starters














