Valentine's Day Ball (Open to All Staff & Students)

Valentine's Day. The worst day on earth, Elyah was one hundred percent sure about it. It was the time that all the couples decided to be all lovey dovey and fluffy and it made Elyah sick. No, she was not jealous, she was simply not up for all that drama. She couldn't understand what all this fuss was about, but Valentine's day had turned their lives upside down and Elyah hated it.

All you could see was couples. Everywhere. And hearts. And presents. And boys treating girls as if they were princesses. But the most annoying this was that it was just for one day. Like, why? If you like the girl, why do you wait for Valentine's Day to ask her out, or show her how much she means to you? If you actually have feelings for the girl, everyday should be Valentine's Day.

But she knew that there was no running away from it, since even Hogwarts had decided to celebrate! At first, she had claimed she wouldn't attend the damned Ball, since she didn't have a date, neither was she going to run after little boys. Nuh uh. Elyah was a lady, and she would never stoop that low. And the worst part about attending was the fact that she would have to watch her BFF, Max, being all sweet and loving to someone else.

And that was when it hit her. She was jealous. She was extremely jealous that Max would be paying attention to someone else, while she would be alone. She needed some attention. She deserves it. It wasn't as if she was ugly. Which meant the Ball was the perfect opportunity to show just what she got.

It took her a lot of search and a lot of persuasion from Elyah to get Nero to buy her that specific dress and actually let her wear it, but he was her father, and eventually, he gave in. Elyah had learned how to handle her father a long time ago. After all, she was his daughter. He should have seen that coming.

And now here she was, dressed for the Ball... and scared to go inside the damn Hall. She was walking in a circle, constantly fixing her dress and checking herself. Her clothes were fine. Her makeup was fine as well, a simple eyeliner with nude lips. And her very long hair was tied up in a messy, yet elegant bun. She looked beautiful. She just had to believe it.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, Elyah finally made the decision. Pushing the doors open, she walked inside, her eyes widening in awe. It was beautiful. The atmosphere was so.. romantic. A part of her wanted to gag, but the bigger part of her felt fuzzy. She liked it!

Looking around, she rolled her eyes when she found out that, of course, there was no alcohol, and instead started walking around, trying to find one of her friends, Lucy, in desperate search of some alcohol. This was going to be a looong evening.

Elyah was kind of lost. Looking around, she was desperately trying to find her friends, when suddenly a male came into view. A very handsome male. Elyah was positive that he looked really familiar, but after all, this was a Hogwarts Ball. All the people here were students so probably, she had seen him in one of the classes. But she just couldn't recall who he was.


"Miss Whitehorn."

Elyah looked at the glass that was being offered. She knew that the boy was not meaning any harm, probably, but the witch still took a second glance at the glass of non alcoholic champagne, before taking it with a soft smile.
"Thank you, Mister...?"

"You look stunning, by the way. That dress... sets ones mind on fire. Dimitri, by the way. I came to one of your dad's events in the summer, but it's okay if you don't remember me. I'm sure you were quite busy."

Elyah smirked at the boy's comment about her dress. Well, she was Elyah Whitehorn after all, and there had to be some sort of scandal involved with her name. Her father was known to be good with women. She should keep up with the tradition after all.
"It's not the mind I want to set on fire, but the body."

Taking a sip, the witch was finally able to piece everything together. Dimitri had attended one of her father's events, so that meant he was all about business too. Probably a Pureblood.
"Ah, another male taken by business. Sadly for you, a woman is easily bored with that. So, I truly hope you have something up your sleeve, Sir, else my.. interest can easily vanish."

Sending him a flirtatious smile, Elyah pushed past him, making sure to brush against him just enough to cause some sort of a reaction. She was ready to play.

Content Warning: A-lot of swearing (Its Joshua)

Joshua was not one for Valentine's day. Joshua was the kind of person who would go to those Fru Fru couple getaway spots on February 14th just to throw overpriced chocolate truffles at said couples and shout "Do you feel the love?!?!?!" To him, Valentine's day was a joke. Now, this was not because Joshua was incapable of finding someone to be his Valentine. This was because Joshua did not want to be confined to a single day in which he had to exert his utmost affection for a single human being. Why couldn't he give someone a rose and say "Thank you for fucking me" on February 13th?

Despite this sound reasoning and logic, Hogwarts had decided to hold a Valentine's Day Ball. Joshua liked to pride himself in the face that he was the life of every party he attended. But this was not a party. This was a clever way to keep couples in a monitored room in which they could not do anything naughty unless they tried really hard. This was a trap.

Once he deciphered this, Joshua had spent hours considering the pro's and con's of allowing himself to succumb to this attempt at containing the rates of students fucking on Valentine's Day. The first con was that he and his date could not fuck. The first pro was that he did not have a date to fuck. After he discovered this, there didn't really seem to be any other factors.

He'd almost decided not to go simply because there was no point, but then it hit him. There was a loophole to what was destined to be a monotonous evening...

"Dress Code: Suit and Tie or Cocktail Dresses"

It was a beautiful, beautiful loophole. And how could Joshua ignore a loophole?

So he attended the ball, clad in nothing but swim trunks and a bowtie.

"Happy Valentine's Day, fuckers!." He announced.