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[weathermadness]

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[odettcss]

Odette had grown quite fond of the White Wyvern, and Knockturn Alley as a whole. Even the boarded up windows were comforting. There was so much dodgy dealing going on behind the scenes that it had become mundane, and what would have been newsworthy in Diagon was a daily occurrence just around the corner.

What she was hearing outside right now, however, was not normal, even here. The loud rumbling, the yells, Odette couldn’t help but head to the door and see what was happening.

“Hey! What’s going on out here?”

[looost-inmyownthoughts]

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[looost-inmyownthoughts]

[ladyred]

Kush and oj @wizkhalifa 🍃❤️

[calebgoldstein]

This wasn’t his first party he was attending in the new country he resided in, but it was the one that made him recall the ones in America the most. There were elaborate decorations and everyone was dressed stunningly. Caleb himself had donned a rather simple but red number but it seemed a notch down from what others were wearing. He was indifferent to most parties but enjoyed what this party was standing for. The time he had been here, he didn’t take much interest in the Prophet other than they used his work in some papers when it was needed. Other than that, Caleb thought he stood with the others in thinking it was just a massive publication that didn’t reach the needs of everyone except a particular group of extreme purebloods. He was sure that it was news to some degree if that meant it included colorful words that no one else pertained to. 

Caleb was fixated on making a donation tonight, wanting the hospital to have enough funds and let the Prophet have whatever they desired out of it. He didn’t care about winning some elaborate prize at the end. When it came to sending off letters, Caleb did so with pride. The concept was inspiring Caleb to grant wishes to people he knew that had made him feel welcome and then to those who didn’t, he felt high on amusement at watching those individuals have the letter read. His next letter was going to Patrick, who Caleb had originally thought it to be a joke but the man had bailed him out so there was a line at some point. When someone approached him he sent off the letter and gave a short smile. “Do you think these are anonymous? I’ve been signing my name on some just in case. I don’t think Hilda found hers as funny as I did.”

[vanja-novak]

Confident that Vanja looked as best as they possibly could before arriving at this ball, they slipped on the leather jacket that was gifted to them, quite partial to it. Regardless of whether it entirely went with the outfit or not, Vanja’s confidence while wearing it was sure to leave others not questioning it. Besides, it was only for travel, as the winter in the UK was still fairly cold. As soon as they were inside, it came off and was hung up, out of the way. Once they had arrived, it didn’t take all that long for Vanja to separate from Hesita, bless her. They had their own objectives for this dance, if they were going to be forced to stay. Might as well try to enjoy some part of it. 

Being surrounded by couples was not the part of Valentine’s day that bothered Vanja. No, it was more so the attitude that people seemed to have around the holiday. As if it were some grand day to proclaim your undying love for whomever you’re with at the time, especially when that relationship could very well end the next day. Not that they were counting on anyone’s to, or wishing it, but it was a possibility. 

Eyeing the crowd of people there, Vanja was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face that they were intrigued by. A half smile tugging at their lip, they sauntered over to them. “How fortunate it is to meet you here. Long time no see,” they greeted, the smile growing a bit more wide.

@calebgoldstein​

[themalcolmgreengrass]

It had only been a few months in planning, but it had been a couple of weeks since the event was brought to Malcom’s attention. He was the editor in chief and thought he should have been told sooner, but he could never been said no to a party. It was a good chance to promote himself and the paper and for him and Diana to make an appearance together. Everyone knew they were one of the best couples in the community and were always best dressed. This time last year, Malcolm was still getting to know Diana again and had barely been together when Valentine’s Day came around. 

As this was the Prophet’s party, Malcolm wanted to be a respectable host. He had experience in hosting his own parties but this time he knew he was representing the paper as well as his own reputation. At least this would be a better party that some had attended in a year, knowing the last few parties held were all miserable and dull. Malcolm approached someone with a broad smile, clapping his hands together in pleasure. “I do hope you are finding yourself in good spirits. If not, there’s drinks and other people to get on with. Have you looked into the raffle?”