“Can you believe my Tinder date stood me up? On New Years, nonetheless. I suppose that means no midnight kiss for me, unless you’d like to volunteer.”

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“Can you believe my Tinder date stood me up? On New Years, nonetheless. I suppose that means no midnight kiss for me, unless you’d like to volunteer.”
As both Muggles and Wizards alike prepare to jump into the year 2018, the war seemed... relatively less prominent. It appeared like things had calmed in the Wizarding World, despite the menace still lurking around. In hopes to soothe everyone’s spirit and begin the New Year on the right feet, the Ministry decided to host a majestic ball. Invitations were sent to wizards all around England, no matter their blood status, or rumoured allegiance.
Everyone was expected to be at the Ministry Hall for 7 pm, and in their best clothes. For the occasion, the place had been charmed, making it look like snow was falling through the crowd of guests, and stars shining brightly on the ceiling. To most Hogwarts alumni, it reminded them of their time in the Great Hall, giving them a small nostalgia before jumping the year.