WHO: Antonin Dolohov and Irina Draganova. WHERE: The Courtyard. WHEN: The Valentine’s Masquerade Dance.
After some boring chit-chat with one of the Aurors — he believed his name was Shacklebolt, anyone with a Sacred 28 name and a position in the Department of Law Enforcement was worth talking to, blood traitor or no — Antonin found himself standing alone on the sidelines. There was not much for him to do at a Valentine’s Dance without a date, and the two left-over roses squished in his pocket didn’t interest him much. Which is why, when he spotted a familiar fellow Slytherin by herself, Antonin quickly made his way in her direction, lacing his arm through hers. “Irina, darling. Long time no chat.”
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