#mtmevent15

[dorcas-e-meadowes]

Valentine’s Night: Dorcas and Rabstan

Doe was standing in front of the Fountain of Magical Brethren just in front of the witch.  She and Rab had set this specific place to meet since they couldn’t go to the Ball together.  She sipped her champagne, looking at the fountain she had always loved, thinking about everything that had happened recently.  “Bonjour, mon amour.” She smiled at the person, who she assumed was Rab, approached her.

[theloyalblack-blog]

“I don’t care who it is or if I can’t see, I am not kissing anyone.” 

[dorcas-e-meadowes]

Doe wasn’t accustomed to going to Balls alone, and to say the least hated the entire idea of a Valentines Ball, even though she knew it was her own fault.  “Look just leave me alone. I’ve no date to find, so please just let me be.”  

[florence--greengrass]

Florence had headed outside after only a couple of minutes in the ball, already hating the idea that she had to find the loathsome father of her child that had basically killed her, and kiss him that evening to break this damn spell over her. Hearing footsteps behind her, the newly blonde woman just blew her plume of smoke up to the sky. “You too? It’s going to be a wonderful night, it seems.”

[castor--black]

“What makes you think I care if it’s ‘cheating?’” Cas grumbled at the person next to him before he pulled the chair closest to him over, and stood on top of it, shouting out at the top of his voice. “Calliste! Callie, where the bloody hell are you?”

[calliste-delacour]

“Really, I’m fine...” Calliste said, shifting slightly to ease the discomfort from her ribs. She was not a fan of the way everything was hazy, and her senses impaired. She was still a little on edge as it was. “The healers told me I was fine to come, even if they hadn’t I imagine I would still be here.”

[lilyelizabeth-potter]

“I wonder who it it that even comes up with these ridiculous ideas like not being able to find your date? What’s the point of a ball if you can’t enjoy it with your date?” Lily snorted to the closest person to her, honestly, not being sure who they were but not caring.

[prongedstagpotterarchive-blog]

James glanced around, trying to focus, but it was complex and hard to see, really. “Great..another weird thing at a Ball. I’ll be at the bar.”