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[attr="class","title1"]Stupid Cupid, Stop Picking On Me

[attr="class","subtitle1"] Stupid Cupid you're a real mean guy
I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly

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"Because not everything's. . .happy, okay?" Violet was trying, she really was. "It never really interested me, and after the registration, nothing really seemed to matter. Dancing even less so."

But she went, didn't she? She went because there wasn't anything better to do, and Clio needed the emotional support not to punch her enemy and Arthur needed someone, and she wouldn't stand up someone she knew like that. Maybe if she wasn't familiar with her, but--

No, she also knew it wasn't that. Like if she was assigned to Ollivander Galinski, she probably couldn't have gone because it would have been too awkward. "I know you're a dancer, and I should be. . .nicer, or something, but I--" she twisted her hands, huffed, took a breath. "I'm sorry, I just. . .I don't really know how to talk, okay?" That was better, wasn't it? Shouldn't it be?

It was stupid, the way she missed Odelia Graves. She knew she shouldn't, she knew that the woman didn't care about Mum, but she was able to pretend she did, and Vi had believed her, and she felt. . .abandoned. Again. Didn't she know what she meant to people? How could she? It was stupid and Vi was stupid, just a stupid little girl easily taken in by a smile. "I'm sorry, I'm being-- let's try again. I'm not a good dancer," she hurried to say. Mum would like that better, wouldn't she?

So would dad. It was good to fit in with the local culture, after all. Didn't this count?

[attr="class","tags1"]☆ Marigold Moore, LOOK AT WHAT U DID @fai
shirt, pants ☆

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[attr="class","title-astoria"]Valentine's Day Dance

[attr="class","subtitle-astoria"]THANK YOU FOR NOT PAIRING THE PROFESSORS

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It was a free night-- well, mostly. Hyp-- Adonis-- was being watched by her elf, the Wing was empty, and Tamara was somewhat socializing. Admittedly, neither she nor Roderick Bletchley looked quite that happy to be paired together, but looks-wise, they didn't look much amiss. She'd convinced Tamara to put on a blue dress, and Morag's son was simply wearing black. Perhaps she'd be successful in pushing them together, but. . .

No, Tamara was four-- fifteen. She ought to be able to not enjoy herself at a dance without it being something more. Things were admittedly unsteady, and it would be far more beneficial for Tamara to remain unattached if things slid much further. Truthfully, she didn't see that happening. A change in the Ministry, perhaps, as Daphne had complained Shacklebolt was being seen around more, but overall, she thought that the so-called status of purebloods would remain. If the slavery would. . .well, overnight something in the Ministry had seen to shift as many had made departures. It had happened around the time Theodore had left (and she doubted the two were unconnected) but Warrington was still in the Ministry, and from what little Asteria knew of her, the Death Eater would rather strangle herself than lose power. As she had not done so to Asteria's knowledge, it was unlikely that there would be a major shift as of yet.

Better for her to be a child, and remain so, to keep what she had left. A sad, angry, depressed child, perhaps, but a child all the same. Asteria could take the quiet rage, could take the wrathful tears. She needed to, what she was doing was to protect Tamara after all. From those like her sisters, from her sisters themselves. The line was still not fully secure and she did curse Theodore for leaving while she had still been nursing. After all, after Adonis stood Eudora (or had Daphne made her sign her rights away?), and Cynthia after that. Uncle Florent, cousin Alder, and. . .she could not remember what Rosalind and Amaryllis had done after their marriages. Was Rhea in the line, were Saffron and Sorrel? She could not recall, though she ought to have. It was the late nights, she told herself.

Her hand strayed to her belly. Much as she savored not carrying a child in it, more than she ought to, she knew it unwise. If Hyper-- Adonis followed the same route as his brother, if he was a Squib. . .she knew the line after that, though it was messy. There would certainly be more infighting, and more people bowing to Daphne, who would then choose to be crueler. She was the matriarch, after all, she did had the right to name her heir in times of confusion. She'd turn the sharpest edges on Asteria herself, she knew. To prevent that from happening, she really ought to have another child, but with the ring on her finger. . .

No, the Notts would not take kindly to horning Theodore, and Daphne would be even more displeased. A divorce would make it almost worse, so all she had to do now would be to wait for Theodore, and curse that he'd left. A blessing in disguise then, perhaps. Pregnancy had been a miserable affair, as she'd been reminded far too much of Hyperion. To put herself through that a mere three months after would be foolish, and surely drive her daughter away even more. She kept the smile light on her face as she observed the students. There seemed to be little drama as of yet. Let it stay so, she hoped.

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[attr="class","title-carin"]Roar

[attr="class","subtitle-carin"]I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter
Dancing through the fire

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Carina had been so, so excited to be paired with @lizzy ! They wished that they could have also been paired with Henry, but they understood that Uncle Ernie’s sister couldn’t do everything. That would just be unfair, and besides, they were already paired with one of their best friends-- could they really be greedy and ask for both?

They’d been happy when Henry James Blanchet wasn’t paired with Rurik. It was really unfair, they weren’t jealous, they just. . . it was unfair! He could speak more to Olga, and get her to understand, and that was supposed to be their thing. And that was the only reason they were upset with him! It had nothing to do with their stomach twisting like when they would make a sharp twist to avoid flying into a collision. Not at all.

They’d wanted Henry to be with Olga so that they could speak with her! Or Zia, maybe. Actually, there were a fair amount of people they didn’t want Henry to be with. Like Riannon or Josephine, because they were pretty and they were smart and it was just unfair, and it. . .it wasn’t right! They were the same age, and just like Rurik they were. . .they were. . .it was stupid!

But one of the Ollivander clan or the Buchanans would have been okay. Or Frank or Alisdair or Smaller Jones. They glanced around, and held back a scowl. Rurik was with Zoe Kingston and it was unfair because she was also pretty, and they were just. . they were just tall and a beanpole, but Rurik maybe wouldn’t speak to them tonight, and that was good because they didn’t want to speak to him anyway! Why would he, when he was with--

They shook their head, frowning at Lizzy’s question. “Well, I don’t see why not. We’ll just steal him, and be a trio. He’s with two others, and I’m sure they won’t notice.” They considered also grabbing Olga, but they would get into another argument, they knew, and with the Friar in attendance they would drag him in, and it just wasn’t fair! He was good, they knew it.

“Besides,” they added with more confidence, “he’s with two older people. They probably won’t notice, especially if they didn’t do research to find out who he is.” The whole thing seemed weird. You had to do that to make friends, didn’t you? So why wouldn’t they? His partners better not turn them down, and they didn’t deserve him!

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[attr="class","nuggetsubtitle"]free as the birds that fly

[attr="class","nuggetwords"]"I don't really care for dancing," Nick said politely, looking over the crowd. It wasn't that he didn't want to dance with the younger student, or even that he disliked dancing that much. He just wasn't particularly feeling up to prancing around the Great Hall quite yet, especially not with someone he wasn't grand friends with. Arthur would have been funny; he would have dragged him out just to get some amusement out of it. He knew Arthur didn't dance-- whether out of stubbornness or shyness, Nick still hadn't found out. And, besides, he was feeling far more somber this year than he had in years past. He felt like his smile took more seconds to arrive, and the amusing jokes he would tell to Amelia faded out into the darkness.

Well, everything had been far too difficult for the past few years. Things were happy, and then they were not. And things were good, and then they were not. Nick knew that life wasn't always a downhill ride; you had to trudge upwards and onwards. But he wasn't feeling too bright and excited right now. The Valentine's Day spirit was faded a bit, rough along the edges. But he appreciated the sentiment the new Headmistress had put on. House loyalty was fine and dandy, but interhouse mingling was even better.

Of course, it was a bit awkward to be standing there with a sixth year that he barely knew, and one that ran along the social circles that his baby sister stared wide-eyed at. Unfortunately, he and Arthur had already been forced to intermingle with them. At least-- at least-- they weren't all over the school anymore. The group had seemed to calm down; he had only had trouble with Jones twice this semester, and it looked like they didn't seem to dart around the school with partying thoughts in their head.

Nick had the horrible thought that he was turning into his grandmother.

Nevertheless, he was polite as he escorted Helenus inside, and he offered something else instead of dancing. "Would you like to get some punch?" He meant unspiked, of course. And he certainly wasn't going to turn his head if someone did attempt to spike the juice.

[attr="class","nuggetnotes"]371 - Helenus Caolán Fawley - atha come get ur boyfriend he's a mess

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taste of freedom

You got me runnin' baby

wild at heart

This party was not somewhere that she had actually thought that she wanted to be, but now that they were here, she didn’t think that it was the worst thing. There were plenty of people milling about, and while she hadn’t seen her best friend turn up yet, she was sure that Roxy was around somewhere. She wouldn’t miss a party, and she was probably going to come in some stellar suit if she had to guess. But that was for later. She didn’t think that she was going to ditch Athazaz Acanthus Bones right from the start. At least not until she found who she was actually looking for.

Lyla hadn’t seen the whole list, she didn’t know who it was that Em had been paired off with, but she thought that there was a good chance that it was someone that she wasn’t going to want to steal a date from right away. Then again, she didn’t know who Roxy’s date was either. Another Hufflepuff, she had seen that, but she thought that someone had said that Em was going with a Slytherin. She couldn’t remember which one, just that it was one of the quidditch team.

Keeping her eyes peeled for either of the Gryffindors she was looking for, she smiled at Atha when he answered her question and offered his arm. “That’s so true. Maybe a cup without as many germs is the way to go.” There were too many underclassmen here to think that the punch wasn’t going to get gross fast enough. She didn’t actually think that they could get backwash into the big bowl, but she wasn’t going to put it past them either. When it came to spreading germs, it seemed like they always had their fair share in the younger classes.

That she had learned helping in the Transfiguration classes. She could TA for those, or for Charms. But she would have been helpless when it came to something like herbology, or potions. She couldn’t keep plants alive, and she certainly couldn’t mix the ingredients together with any sort of accuracy. Potions she had dropped as fast as possible after scraping by with her A on her OWL. O’s in everything except for Potions, and that E in Herbology. That was certainly not her strong suit.

As they headed for the punch bowl she nodded across the room towards where she saw Nick and his date come in. “There’s Nick and Hel.” Lyla didn’t expect him to stay with her all night, she wasn’t going to be offended if he wandered away, she could handle herself on her own long enough to find her way across the room to @emanuel, who she had realized had come in with Aphrodite. “I won’t be mad if you want to rescue him.” She could rescue the Fawley from their Head Boy if the whole thing was more awkward for them. At least she and Atha had things in common, and they could be pleasant, and friendly company. “We could go together.”

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[attr="class","title-atha"]Wild at Heart

[attr="class","subtitle-atha"]That rebel moon is shinin'
Those stars burn like diamonds

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"I'd really hate to get sick, yeah," Athazaz gave a grin. "The colds, just the worst, you know? You're perfectly fine, but your body decides that you're dying, and there's not much you can do for that other than Pepper-up and steaming out your ears." He was pretty decent at small talk with younger kids, and he was far too familiar to what they might spread. He tried his best to make sure he wasn't sick, because he'd spread it too easily to his teammates and dormmates, so washing his hands was usually one of his highest priorities. He also took care of himself, something that some students struggled to find a balance with.  

After all, they either forced themselves through it, or tried to take the week off 'just in case'. Athazaz knew the first wasn't always the greatest, thanks to many lectures from Nick as his boyfriend ignored all that to focus on his work, but the second could be. . .pretty annoying, really. It was sometimes hard to convince them to do much, and luckily, there weren't many of those in Hufflepuff house, or many on his Quidditch team. Actually, he might be one of the more laid-back on the team and that was a frightening thought. He shook his head, turning his attention back to Lyla. "You look lovely, and I apologize for not saying it earlier."

He gave the suggestion to go over sooner rather than later a tad bit more thought, to give it more reasons. Natural, right? Casual. More talk made more coversation. "It'll likely taste better, as it'll be the freshest." He bit off the Not much a chance for anything to fall in, or everything will settle at the bottom, because well-- those weren't good party conversations. Keep it light, keep it playful.

He tilted his head at her offer. If they were closer, he would have certainly teased her-- want to get rid of me that quickly, Lyla? But they weren't at that stage of a relationship yet, despite six and a half years of shared classes. True, they only shared Astronomy and DADA now, but they were both in Dueling club, and both on Quidditch teams. He really should know her better, that was on him. "I wouldn't mind staying with you more, really. Nick could surely manage-- Helenus is a decent sort."

Atha gave a light smile. "Unless you'd rather find someone else? In which case, we can certainly find who you'd like and mingle. Unless they're another eagle and badger pair, which would make the interhouse cooperation a tad more interesting to explain if we're matched up with each other. . ."

[attr="class","tags-atha"]☆ @lyla , 442 words, no stubble and it's well-fitted ☆

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VALENTINE'S BALL 2019

-MISSION IMPOSSIBLE THEME MUSIC PLAYS-

He had a duty to his friends to protect them from terrible things. He had let Demeter down ages ago when they had taken her from the castle, and that feeling had stuck with him. This was...honestly nothing like that. No one was being forced into registration this time around, but there was forcing dammit! And his best friend in the world was stuck with the one person within the castle walls that he thought he truly hated. 

The story of how his hatred came to be was ever changing depending on who was telling it. Some stories claimed a broken heart had made him salty. Some said there was cheating-- but honestly, it was third freaking year. The happenings of a thirteen year old's mind were impossible to understand. Put it into hundreds of thirteen year old's minds and it'll churn out the craziest stories imaginable. He had even heard once that they had broken up because she had threatened to feed him to a dragon. A freaking dragon. Merlin, just seeing her he wanted to feed her to  freaking dragon.

Luckily for him his distaste for the lass was outweighed by the mission at hand and his lovely partner in crime for the evening. "Shhhhh," he warned jokingly, leaning closer to her in a covert whisper. "You're going to blow our cover. Of course we're secret agents." They were not, in fact, secret agents. His mission was no secret to his fam, and now it was no secret to Winter either. "We even look like secret agents," he said smiling at how his black attire meshed well with the red of her dress. Erebos nodded in approval. "Badass." 

Erebos peered at her over the tops of his glasses still, smirking at her comment. "I'm eager for yo-- You know what, never mind, we've got to keep our heads in the game." He couldn't fight the urge to say something ridiculous, but he knew he had to try. Hades needed him. He slid his shades back up the bridge of his nose as his gaze followed Winter's to where Hades was stationed. 

His head jerked to face her as she agreed to be a part in his mission. "For real?" There was no mistaking the excitement in his voice and the grin splayed across his face. "Groovy. So here's the plan..." He paused for dramatic effect, looking down at his date with raised brows. He paused some more, thankful that his shades were hiding the wandering movements of his eyes as he tried to recall what the plan was. "The plan is...." he trailed again, brows furrowing as he tried to quickly construct one in his head. "There is no plan. We're gonna wing it. Cool?"

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Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad    tags: Violet Gertrude Stroud   song title -- artist  outfit: --- words: 365 ❥ SHE FROWNED FOR a split second, contemplating what the other girl had said. "I guess that makes sense. I'm sorry If I offended you with that. I tend to think after I speak. I'm not that good at the whole empathetic thing." "I get it though. I always loved dancing but when the tension started to build and everything escalated, I turned it into a coping mechanism. It wasn't concrete. I could say what I wanted with it. If I wanted to say something happy, focus on whatever bright light I could find, I could? If I wanted to say something... well not happy, I could as well. That is one of the reasons I liked it some much. I can say things far better than I can with words. Words are hard." Brown eyes stared, seemingly at nothing as she spoke and she spoke slowly, like she was think and thinking hard. "And then I used quidditch when that wasn't enough and I just really wanted to hit something." Ari tacked on, hoping to lighten the mood and maybe cox a laugh out of the other girl. She didn't know Violet's sense of humor that well. "We can find something else to talk about if you'd like. And if you'd like to try dancing, we can do that too. Something else about dancing, in a place like this, you don't have to be good to have fun. Most of these people probably couldn't feel a tempo if you clapped it out for them, so it really is just to have fun." If Vi really didn't want to dance after that, she wouldn't push it. She knew she wouldn't like someone to push her, but she felt driven to explain the way she acted, though she didn't know why she felt the need to justify her actions. "You know you don't need to be nicer? I was the one who started it, really. Sorry again. We can be bad at words buddies together. We could just sit here and people watch if you'd rather do that, but I feel like it is a bit too early to ditch my date when we just got here." ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

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[attr="class","title-dita"] CUPID CARRIES A GUN

[attr="class","subtitle-dita"] KEEP YOUR HALO TIGHT
ONE HAND ON THE TRIGGER, THE OTHER HAND IN MINE

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Admittedly, Emanuel Delaney did look good tonight, she thought. Aphrodite wouldn't be lying when she'd said that in response to him saying she looked nice. The suit was a color that didn't wash out his skin, and his face wasn't breaking out. That was it, right? His facial features were. . . there, really, like everyone else's, a collection of roughly symmetrical angles and curves that fit together in a way that some people would say was pleasing. At least some people, because if she remembered the gossip correctly, he used to go out with the blonde girl who was presently at The Enemy's side, looking somewhat displeased. Poor blonde, having to put up with fucking Jones.

"Last time I saw so much pink it was because a Bludger hit me the wrong way." She pretended to rub at her eyes. "Admittedly, I'm not sure if it was the concussion or the experience after, but ever since then, I have felt faintly sick staring at a lot of pink." Her voice was dry as she spoke, and she'd been careful not have her lips twitch into a grin. "You've heard about Hogwarts in . . '95, was it? The Pink Toad Bitch? Looked like this all the time, you think? Because in that case, I can completely understand the rampant uprisings against her."

'Dita laughed at his insistence of the color scheme being worked with. How true that actually was, she was unsure, but the confidence and humor was enough to pull the reaction, as well as the very dramatic expressions. "I'll trust you with that, Delaney-- I know only my greens, golds, and silvers. You can have the whole wheel, really. But we'll stay away from the walls, really, make sure that people don't mistake your hair for some even more festive decoration as the night goes on."

Truthfully, she doubted they'd stay together for as long as she'd implied, but hew as known for being a rules-obeying, proper kid, Gryffindor Perfect Boy. He'd follow things to the letter, and if the letter meant that he'd take advantage of any loopholes necessary. Not that she minded, really. By the time they left each other, they'd have a better knowledge of each other for the next time on the pitch together, which she knew to be the Ninth of March. Yes, that would certainly be fun enough, in that.

"Got a type?" she teased. That was perhaps a bit too personal and familiar, but she'd noticed his eyes swinging to the Ravenclaw captain (next game, the Sixteenth of March), and she definitely remembered the blonde with Jones, who was leaving by this point. Her lips curled into a smile. "Good taste, I'd say." Uninterested in everyone she might be, but Artemis had been gossipy enough and interested in details enough for the both of them. She'd heard the details rather a lot.

"Though I really have to ask. . what would have happened if you'd wound up wearing a color that did clash, Mister Prefect Keeper?"

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Stupid Cupid stop picking on me
_{hey hey set me free}

Romance wasn't something that she had a lot of experience with, save for one party earlier in the year and it wasn't like she really sought it out. With her sister around making her life miserable, and always trying to protect Mona, she never really gave it much thought. After all, her father had not been one of those people who moved on, or dated and it seemed that he had no interest in dating. So she had no idea what it was supposed to be like when people were together. She had seen Rosa and Harvey but most of that had been them snogging and sucking the lip off each other's faces.

Is that love? Is romance only physical?

She didn't know and she wasn't sure that she wanted to know. It seemed to make girls like Amanda crazy, and girls like Mona who never had the courage to admit feelings had to sit and pine as the one they liked was with someone else. She didn't want that to be her, she didn't want to be anything like her friends. Of course, at sixteen she didn't know what the fuck she wanted, so who was she to try and judge anyone else. This shitty holiday was for this kind of thing, wasn't it? Though forcing people together was a little... extreme... but if he had not been forced into this she would have just sat in her common room and studied.

She had no idea what had happened with Erebos and Mandy, she didn't really want to know, but she wondered if their somehow not-relationship relationship fit into the friendship girl code. Not that she wanted to date Erebos... but would that be breaking the unspoken code, with him being Mandy's ex? She wasn't sure and those were the thoughts filling her mind as she raised her eyes to look at his. He leaned close and was looking over when the blush and a heady sigh fell from her plump lips and she could not help the giggle that came from her.

"If there was ever time to start a flash mob it would be right now, too bad I can't dance all that well..." She said before thinking and clinging to his arm before motioning towards Hades as a way to head that direction. Mandy loved her dress and it was pretty...tame... by all means when it came to the elder Gryffindor, but... she had an idea... Going up on tiptoe she grinned and whispered in his ear about getting some punch.

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