Valentine's Tea Errand Finished

Tyranni arrived a tad late to the Valentine's Tea Party that was being hosted by Professor Bercegeay in the Small Hall. As she stood outside the entrance, she tried to get her nerves to calm. This was far out of the ordinary for Tyr to go to a party full of strangers, but she decided to throw herself out of her comfort zone for once.

Before entering, Tyranni brushed her hands down the length of her dress, fussing about the few non-existent wrinkles that were present just like her mom always had done. She had on a simple black dress that had a heart-shaped cutout in the back with black and red faux leather heeled booties. She probably appeared incredibly awkward to anyone watching from a distance, at it was outrageous for someone so young to be wearing heels, but dammit, she wanted to go all out for once.

Upon entering, Tyr was assaulted with an ungodly disgusting amount of pink decor. The room appeared as if multiple students had barfed Pepto-Bismol everywhere. I should have known this was going to be full of pink, hearts, and love, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. Valentine's day was never her favorite holiday, but it would have to do. She looked around and say many unknown faces, and a few people she recognized but had never interacted with much aside from a nod when passing in the hallway. At least there were a few other Slytherin here. This helped put her at ease. Social situations tended to make Tyranni feel sick, as she was overwhelmed with the emotions she sensed from everyone.

Head up. Ma didn't raise no weenie. Just swallow down the emotions that you are sensing from everyone else and learn to tune them out. As she glanced around the room, she saw a table full of various tea in the back and walked to the table. There, she grabbed a glass of warm Earl Grey and found an empty spot to sit where she could observe many of the other students.

Bastille liked to believe that he wasn't completely hopeless in the face of — dare he say it — emotions. He didn't personally have too much of a range of them, dabbling mostly in apathy and anger (with a nice sprinkling of humor), but he had a highly expressive mum and the world's most dramatic sister. Surely he was equipped enough to read emotion and infer a decent course of action, yeah? Surely it couldn't be that hard to use his brain and figure out a situation. 

At least, he thought he had Eve figured out, certain that he had taken the best course of action by deliberately not making a giant fuss out of her. For a second he thought it was fine, and then she was suddenly yelling and just as quickly gone. Bast openly gaped after her, appalled, staring as Opelia (Ophelia? Odeila?) hurried after his maybe-somewhat-kind of friend. Well, shite. 

"Hey, Eve, wait—"

Swearing softly under his breath as he roused from his mistake a bit too late, Bastille followed them a moment later, deciding that vengeance against the hellspawn over with the Slytherins could wait. Evidently he had to do a slightly better job of this comforting business; Godric knows Maman would flay him alive if she discovered that he'd accidentally made a girl cry and then didn't try to rectify his grievous sins. 

224/1123 words total & errand complete. 
Interacting with @Evelynn Decipio, mentions @Opeila Seilun. Exits to A Bitter Retreat.

Open to Interactions
Interaction with @Nico Shymane, @Erin Ryan, @Jack Burnett, and @Persephone Barret

Quinn was genuinely surprised by the look on Jack's face. It sent instant regret through his whole being. Because he knew that look all to well, he knew what the boy was feeling and for the briefest of seconds his hard visage broke into a softer one. But he had to be this hard this could not continue, violence like this needed to be stopped firmly in its tracks. So despite wanting to be softer he returned to his former demeanor. Now then he should prob-

"Mallacht mo chait ort!!" He cursed quickly removing his hand from Persephone's person. Subsequently whether conciously or not he removed his hand from Jack as well. Jumping back and shaking his hand quickly. He was more surprised then hurt. He couldn't believe someone bit him, did she even know how dangerous a human bite was!?...actually considering all the events of the last 10 minutes he should stop being so surprised by the level of shits she had to give.

What happened next genuinely surprised him, scared him, and excited him!? Recovering from his previous shock he was yet again shocked when he heard what Nico said. More then that what he saw her do. He had never seen this side of her he was used to her more shy said. Not...whatever it was he was looking at right now. He was scared but he also felt a bit flattered. After all Quinn never felt like he deserved anyone coming to his defense. Because who would come to the defense of a mistake and a freak right? Well apparently Nico was such a person. His respect for her only grew sending a small smile to his other wise harsh expression.

But moments later yet another surprise came. One he was less enthused about. A certain trauma inducing, Erin Ryan. And yet? He was still in control of course he wasn't excited to see her. But then again every time he has seen her she's been doing something potentially or explicitly violent to someone. So listening to her talk to him like he wasn't a monster was...well oddly refreshing.

He still wanted to punch her face in but now he would actually feel slightly guilty about punching her face in. Maybe it was irrational but goddammit he didn't fucking care. Sometimes he enjoyed giving into his emotions and rage. It made life for even the briefest moments that much easier. An so he with a heavy hand he gently put it back on Jack's shoulder. It was firm but only enough to let him know that Quinn was there and he had him in his clutch. He still needed to control some part of this situation and apparently also keep him from Erin? Seriously what was up with her!?

"W-Wait you." he was referring to Jack. "You know Erin?" Okay now he was just confused and loudly sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Nae. You know what? Ah'm not dealing with this. I can't deal with this right now.' He thought to himself turning his attention back to Persephone and Nico. "N-Nico I'm good it takes more then a little bite to hurt me much." He lightly squeezed Jack's shoulder to let the boy know he was still there.

Interacting with @Alan Vanes
Mentions @Jack Burnett @Persephone Barret and @Opeila Seilun @Erin Ryan @Griseldis Edelhardt @Alan Noble  @Quinn Healy

The second, it seemed, that everyone realised he was bleeding was when things seemed to go downhill.

There were people fussing over him left and right, hands touching his forehead, voices talking to him, but all he really saw was the fedora dropped in his lap, and he waved a few hands away to put it on his own head, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he revelled in the shadow the rim cast over his eyes.

God, he wanted to sleep.

It took him a moment to realise exactly why Jack had dropped his hat in his lap, all disguise gone from the other boy as he seemingly tried to throw himself at the girl who was responsible for Ruka’s head injury with all the rage he could muster.
Ruka gasped, adrenaline shooting through him like a gun shot as he pushed himself out of his chair, eyes wide open. “Jack, no!” he yelped desperately, but it was too late; the next thing Ruka knew was that the Slytherin boy got picked up by the giant Prefect like he was nothing more than a doll.

Well, at least that meant Jack was in no danger of causing himself and others physical harm. Ruka knew the other boy wasn’t one for using brawn over brains, so this was probably for the best.
Still, part of him wanted to run over and get Jack out of harm’s way himself, but a sudden wave of nausea made him drop back in his chair, blurry vision gliding from Gris and across the two Alans, all of them clearly desperate for him to go to the Hospital Wing, which...

Which was probably a good idea if it wasn’t for the fact that Jack was here and getting himself in trouble over Ruka, and there had to be something he could do.

“No, no,” he murmured a little desperately, vision blacking out for a moment as he tried to keep his eyes on the scene unfolding. His eyes slid across the giant Prefect, Jack now back on the floor with a new girl with purple hair right by his side, the violent girl from before looking too smug for the situation...

He was going to pass out.

The realisation hit him when everyone started to sound like they were talking from under water, and he reached up to where Gris had tried to clean away his blood with tissues. He could still feel coarse fabric clinging to his wounded skin, blood still trickling from what felt like a relatively large cut between his hairline and his right eyebrow. He was going to pass out and there was nothing he could really do to help whatever the situation was at the moment.

He distinctly noticed Opeila returning, limping as she approached their table, but he couldn’t muster a greeting or any other form of acknowledgement for that matter.

Alan’s voice rang through the white noise in his ears, full of concern, and asking to take him and Opeila to the Hospital Wing.

That was where he probably should be, that’s most likely where he needed to be, but... 

He slowly tilted his head to regard Alan, tears in his eyes from the pain and his fluttering nerves. 
Yes please take me out of here, was what he had wanted to say but “I feel sick,” was what came out instead and he reached out a shaky hand for Alan.

His fingertips looked whiter to him than usual, his pale complexion had to have taken the colour or chalk, and he could feel himself shaking.

When did it get so cold in here?

He felt useless, body limb and weak, as he could do nothing but lift his arms for Alan - or anybody, really - to help him up and get him away from this mess.

At least the Hospital Wing had beds.

Leaving the thread with Alan Vanes unless stopped.

The Beginning

At first, everything seemed to be going swimmingly. Olphie chuckled to herself as she thought these words; she hoped that no one would try to go swimming in the tea! Though it was quite cold out, the tea was quite hot and would certainly burn - it wasn't appropriate for a dip! 

The first few guests entered, including a mysteriously-shaded gentleman, @Jack Burnett, who looked quite dapper in his pale pink dress shirt,  a red and white striped tie, black slacks, and a black fedora. Olphie smiled widely at the boy, wondering if all the students had taken the errand to heart and dressed up as nicely as he. She was tempted to award him his house points on the spot, and then some, but knew that if Caradoc, Barnaby (may his tenure at Hogwarts rest in peace), or Alrick showed up and saw her ethical error, they would be extremely disappointed. In the spirit of love, she kept her morals about her. As she stared at the boy, waiting for more guests to arrive, she pondered why he was wearing sunglasses, but determined that he was probably blind. How strange it was that he was a wizard and no one had bothered to cure his Muggle ailment! To think - without sight, he could not play Quidditch!

She put the horrors aside as the next guest, @Opeila Seilun entered. Olphie stared her down as well, waiting for her to acknowledge the star professor, who by her own good graces put this event on singlehandedly, but no acknowledgement would come. Olphie sighed inaudibly; she had come up with a wonderful compliment for the jade green dress that the girl was wearing. It seemed that many students had followed Opeila's ignorance of typical signs of gratitude, ignoring her, until @Ruka Tân arrived. He smiled at her, and in return, Olphie said loudly, hoping to force the other students to thank her for her kindness, "Good afternoon, Luca, dear! Hope you're doing well, child!"

And off he went, to find love. How they grow up so fast! 

Another girl, seemingly shy, nodded quickly to the Flying Professor. Olphie couldn't help but giggle softly at what she perceived was embarrassment from @Persephone Barret. While some of the students seemed to grow up quickly in their height and confidence, others lagged behind. She hoped that this child would grow to feel comfortable in her own skin, soon.

@Sola Haze, however, seemed to be confident as she waved at Olphie, and Olphie returned the wave back vigorously. "Welcome, Solar, welcome! I hope you find some lovely companions here!" She flashed a wink at the girl, hoping that she would realize that by companions, she meant lovers. Of course. It wouldn't be a Valentine's Day Tea without love, wouldn't it? She had certainly dressed as though she was looking for love, in the frilly and lacy getup that was slightly too big. Oh well; much like Persephone would grow into her confidence, Sola would eventually grow into that dress. The young girl went off to get tea, which Olphie mentally approved excitedly.

Many students entered and went off by themselves or found friends, much like @Saskia Nicholson. Olphie tried to make eye contact with the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain, hoping that she could sneak in a few words to pass along to Caradoc, but it seemed that the girl was unaware that she was there. Only a brief moment of sadness passed along her face, interrupted by Olphie's newest entrant to the tea party, student-admirer, @Kazuo Shimada. She looked bemused as he carefully spoke his words, in her mind seeming nervous to be around such celebrity. As he pondered his attire, she scanned his outfit: a proper silk kimono, black and red with red camellias and silver cranes embroidered across it. The Flying Professor laughed jollily, hoping to quell such fears by nodding and saying, "What you have is just perfect, dear! Never you fear. And never you fear about messing up in my presence. Say: would you like an autograph?"

Before the boy could say another word, she took out paper and an ornate, bejeweled peacock feather quill, and scribbled her signature on it. Whether he took it or not, the paper would be handed in his direction anyway, falling to the floor if he refused, as she looked away to welcome the rest of her guests. She couldn't look like she was playing favorites! No, no - today was a day of just and righteous morals! No preferential treatment today!

Instead, Olphie watched the scene before her play out, noting that some students seemed to be having little success in the field of love. Those people included @Andrew Vance, who seemed to strike out with a pretty Gryffindor named Katrina; @Thora Larkston who tried to engage Saskia, only to be met with silence; @Kara Capricorn who ate a cupcake whole, demonstrating just how hungry for love she was; @Ariana Walker who was too busy flirting with a young Hufflepuff to notice Kara's hunger, for shame; @John Wolfe, who was apparently too fashionable for these students, though Olphie loved his style; and @Jo Morgan who elicited a wrinkle of Olphie's nose at the same time as she wrinkled her own nose due to the unfashionable 90s-looking choker that she wore.

She was so focused on gazing upon her perfect work that she almost didn't notice the charming @Erin Ryan speaking to her. With a jolt, she focused on the words, flinching a little when Erin used the prefix "Mrs." but nodding vigorously as she followed the point. Olphie had remembered the boy as having a different name, but if this was actually "Paracephalosophus Algae Myth," she would not fight Erin. True love was confident and always right. That's why she had pursued Caradoc for so long! "Of course I'll help you," Olphie responded solemnly, trying to portray to Erin just how seriously she took this request. "Now, be on your way; know that I will make your dreams come true."

As the girl left, despite all this failed love and potential sparks, Olphie couldn't help but look about her kingdom and mentally proclaim herself as the Queen of Love. She had done a good job. Everything was going perfectly. She really deserved a raise.

Teiki, Mildred, and Sola

After she spent an appropriate amount of time praising herself for pulling off the best event in Hogwarts history, Olphie let her eyes gaze upon a trio that had formed. The group of @Teiki Laurent, @Mildred Wilson, and @Sola Haze seemed to be a perfect party of three, though Olphie stared at the group for a while, hoping for them to break out of their comfort zones and meet new people. Three was too many for love; at least one of them would have to break apart for true success! She made a mental note to perhaps split the trio once the party had really started. 

With a brief spark to her memory, Olphie realized that Sola had attempted to interact with a boy [Pierre] earlier, only to fail. Perhaps they would be an adequate pair? Luckily for Sola, Olphie had control of Cupid's Arrow today...

Sayomi and Serena

In a less complicated grouping for love, @Serena Bowen and @Sayomi Suzuki had coupled up, making Olphie's heart go aflutter. Was this the first successful matchup of the party?

Perhaps...though they still had a long way to go. Olphie admired the cat/fruit theme from Serena as she watched the duo interact, silently begging the ship to sail. It seemed to be just leaving the shore, as Olphie caught a brief, "You look cute," and ignored any awkward side-comments. Ahhh, love. How thrilling and uncomfortable, yet perfect, this emotion could be!

She remembered the first time she had fallen in love, when she was six and in one of her first years at school. Little Benjamin Watson had stolen her block, and Olphie knew what that meant - he wanted her. So she stuck out her chest, gave him the biggest smooch, and yelped, "Next time just tell me!" They had been boyfriend-girlfriend for five whole days, and it was the best five days of love the future witch would experience. Maybe Serena and Sayomi would have a similar perfect match.

Dale, Lark, Ruthie, Cormac, Astrea, Aurelia

Two groups of students caught Olphie's eyes, and her eyes darted like ping pong balls from one gathering to another, until the groups split and merged like the cells of their future progeny.

Fellow purebloods @Astrea Soleil Neptune and @Aurelia Notrésvace were having an conversation just as uptight as the pureblood rules. Olphie could sense that they had come from a rich blood history based on how they carried themselves, and though she was curious about pureblood legacies, she couldn't help but stifle a yawn as she watched their conversation.

Meanwhile, @Dale Kurt had found @Lark Flaer, and though Olphie looked curiously upon them, wondering what would happen, they were soon interrupted by a disgruntled-looking @Ruthie Greer. Olphie's curiosity changed to one of perplexity as she wondered why Ruthie would be so annoyed in the presence of love. Didn't love make everyone happy? Tea just added to the joy! It seemed that Dale did not like Ruthie's attitude, either, for in a move just as tragic as when Rose let go of Jack in Titanic, he waved and found comfort in Astrea Soleil Neptune. They seemed to be getting along just fine, and Olphie wondered if Dale was a player, as she noticed that @Cormac McCarthy had taken his place in talking with Lark. It was such a shame that Dale seemed to be playing Lark; for a moment, Olphie had thought they'd be quite a cute couple. Perhaps Lormac would be cuter than Dark...

Xailah and Violine

Olphie vaguely remembered the cat-looking girl, @Xailah Alptraum, but she was somewhat shocked to realize that the girl loved cats so much that she actually owned one, herself. Was there some kind of law being broken here? Could cats own cats? Well, Olphie decided, the girl apparently was human enough to go to Hogwarts, so no law seemed to be broken yet. 

It was not soon after Xailah sat down with her cat that another girl, @Violine Thomas joined them. Olphie wondered if they would form some sort of threesome, unaware that, after she unfocused her attention from them, that the trio would soon become a duo - and not in the form that she expected.

Tea Spillage: One.

Almost right off the bat, it seemed that @Evelynn Decipio was attracting enemies. Though Olphie knew that sometimes hatred sparked the deepest love connections, she had concerns that the Gryffindor seemed to have so many. It was impossible to collect this many lovers so quickly; some of them must have been legitimate enemies. As Evelynn and @Jack Burnett seemed to squabble immediately, Olphie watched cautiously, hoping they wouldn't ruin her special day.

All seemed fine, however; though the two didn't seem to be in love (yet), they were civil enough that a young @Logan Baird felt comfortable enough to join them. Not too far away, there was less dramatics in the group of @Quinn Healy, @Nico Shymane, and @Jake Morris. Nico looked quite exquisite, her red hair, which was tied in a ponytail, complementing the dark blue hue of her dress perfectly; it seemed that Quinn had also felt similarly. But there would be no time for obvious flirtations, yet, as Jake Morris needed Quinn and Nico to serve as his pseudo-parents in this strange (for him) environment. He seemed to be introducing his stuffed dog, and while Quinn and Nico seemed okay with this interaction, Olphie was grateful that she was not talking with an inanimate object at this moment. It would certainly have bored her to death, which would have been a great tragedy. Imagine: dying on your favorite day of the year! The thought of death was jolted by a scream that nearly sounded like death, though, and Olphie gasped loudly.

The shriek sent a shiver down her spine and Olphie, for a moment, forgot where she was. Were her siblings alright? She bit her lip, focusing on reality. No. She hadn't heard from them in ages; she was at Hogwarts, her true family. Stupid. Idiot. But where had that actually come from?

Her eyes focused on Evelynn and another girl, @Persephone Barret, who seemed to be the cause of the commotion. Olphie stayed glued to her spot, continuing to ground herself to reality, disoriented by the sudden memory of her siblings. As she tried to make sense of what had happened, others swarmed the scene. It seemed that Persephone had...poured scalding hot tea on Evelynn, though Olphie was confused as to why. This was an event of love, not hate, and it seemed strange to express one's love by hurting them. 

One of the people who had taken action, @Aurelia Notrésvace, called for some backup prefect support, and Olphie, knowing how confident the girl was, did not wish to undermine her and make her feel foolish for an incorrect decision. Besides, she could have made a worse one. So she watched as Xailah and Quinn followed her beckoning, with the other prefect, Nico, behind Quinn. Nico seemed to have heart eyes - literally - for Quinn now, as she now adorned heart-shaped glasses, looking a little less legitimate in her authority, but fit to theme, either way. There was a lot of screaming and yelling, but since everyone seemed to have things under control with the rebel-rouser, Olphie merely sipped her tea and watched. She would intervene if it became absolutely necessary, obviously. She had done the same at the First Year Graduation Party, and though others would say that she waited too long, no one had died there, hadn't they? Only a few shocks, which was good to ground some snarky children.

@Bastille Aurelius seemed to be directly comforting Evelynn, and if the duo hadn't left soon after, Olphie would certainly have dictated to the house elf writing down her matches to pair the two together. Evelynn looked close to tears, but with Bastille, her almost-boyfriend comforting her, Olphie knew that she had the medicine she needed. Her heart sank a bit when Evelynn left alone; however, it sparked a bit more when she saw Bastille following soon after. Who cared that Opeila also followed; the magnetism between the two was so strong that she would certainly realize just how much of a third wheel she was.

Bastille and Evelynn have left the thread.

Griseldis and Alan Noble

Though she was fascinated with what was happening in the tea spillage, Olphie knew that the children would figure it out. They wouldn't have gotten to Hogwarts if they weren't intelligent young souls, wouldn't they? Of course, Olphie, as a Muggle-born, still remained clueless on some...well, many...things, so she failed to realize that all magical babies were written down upon their birth. So there could be a variety of children, from the dumbest rocks to the mental superheroes, but Olphie knew that, as a genius herself, that only the best of the best would be accepted to the magical school.

All this thought was to tell herself that it was okay that she spent more time looking upon the budding romance of @Griseldis Edelhardt and @Alan Noble than the chaos before her. Like Kazuo, Griseldis seemed to take a traditional approach to the tea party, which Olphie greatly admired. She wanted everyone to embrace their inner styles, and though some styles were uglier than others, tradition never grew out of fashion. Olphie smiled as Griseldis took on an excited expression as her companion joined her, wearing a horrific beanie but carrying a beautiful rose. She could not help but coo at the love, watching the duo walk away and Alan Noble making the move that she had been waiting for. Olphie looked around, hoping that some other child had noticed and would take the Ravenclaw's cue, but it seemed she was alone in finding the love. Olphie would, however, try to remember to tell Alfred that his Ravens were...exceptionally talented and mature. She cooed again as she wanted the two, magnetized by the connection of their hands touching.

Tea Spillage: Two.

Griseldis and Alan Noble seemed to sail as their ship ventured toward the table of @Alan Vanes and @Ruka Tân. Opeila and Ruka had earlier linked up with a confused Alan Vanes, saving him from the embarrassment of being confused at the event hosted by a Professor who already had a dislike for the young lion. Had Olphie noticed Alan's confusion, she perhaps would have inquired about his brain injuries once more. Now, though, it was just Ruka and Alan alone, as Opeila had gone to assist with the Evelynn situation.

Speaking of brain injuries...where was that boy who thought his stuffed animal was real? Olphie's eyes focused on the boy just as Ruthie seemed to rescue him, but she couldn't focus for long, as a blur of movement made her focus shift almost immediately back to where Gris, Alan, Alan, and Ruka were. Persephone seemed to bash Ruka's head into the table with a crack and pour more boiling tea onto another victim. At this point, Olphie was on the verge of intervening, but again, the students seemed to handle it just fine, so she took another sip of tea again as Jack tried to jump in between Persephone and Ruka. It seemed that Ruka was bleeding, but there were just so many people over there...

But eventually, the events had reached a point where Olphie knew that she must intervene. Once Persephone bit the ginormous Quinn, she knew she could not ignore the yells any longer. While Alan Vanes was talking about bringing Ruka and Opeila to the Hospital Wing, and Erin was yelling at Jack Burnett for not fighting for her love, Olphie rushed over, and, in an uncharacteristically confident, loud, and commanding voice, demanded, "ENOUGH!"

Her tone was so unlike her normal whimsical one that the students would feel compelled to calm themselves and listen to the Flying Professor. "Now," she continued, just as forcefully, "Barret, any more nonsense and I'll stack ten more detentions on the one I'm already giving you. You'll be by my side until the end of this party, and don't think that you can escape me. Burnett, launching yourself at a girl, I'm going to have to at least have an intervention with you later. I'll be sending you an owl to meet with me later this week. Vanes, use that brain of yours for once and keep Seilun and Tân company while I get the rest of these students prepared. You two - you don't look so great, but until you say you need it, you'll be fine right here. If you need the Hospital Wing, I will escort you myself. Can't let anything worse happen to you. The rest of you: thank you for your help, you did a good job. Just try to enjoy this, please."

It would be one of the first times that Olphie recited multiple students' names correctly; it seemed that in times of stress, she could use that brain of hers for once. She beckoned for Persephone to follow her, and for the rest of the time, she would glare at the student. Once the matches were made, she would let the girl explain herself.

Victor, Pierre, Katrina, Wren, Rafael, Jo

A scared-looking boy, @Victor Moore was originally on his own, but he was soon joined by a large gaggle of students. First to join him was @Piérre Marchonné, wearing a weird-looking T-shirt tuxedo, who did not seem to calm any of Victor's nerves. @Katrina Walker, dressed even less to theme in her purple sweatshirt, followed behind him. Next to Piérre, she camouflaged with the wall; he stood out ridiculously to Olphie. Not soon after, though, they were joined by @Wren Caster and @Rafael D'Spacito. Olphie had noticed how Wren flirtaciously put a Valentine's Day headband on Rafael and knew that the two were meant to be. She would not hear anything to the contrary.

It seemed that Victor felt similarly, and as Olphie overheard his questions about how long one pair had been dating and the other had crushed on each other, she smiled to herself. They seemed a bit shy about it, she noted as she got lost in her thoughts and missed the response, but nothing couldn't be fixed with a little...forced matchmaking. Cupid's Arrow, indeed, was notoriously for bringing people together in the spell of love.

In order to make Victor not feel like the sixth man out, Jo attempted to join the group by introducing herself to Victor, but Olphie turned her gaze away to the next group of creatures in the wild jungle of love before she found out what happened. Sometimes, life needed a little bit of a cliffhanger.

Atlas and Ethen

@Atlas Reid and @Ethen Emrys seemed to be friends, but Olphie noticed a familiar spark of romance between them. They certainly had the potential to be something more, but as she eavesdropped on their conversation, Olphie sensed that they were too immature to realize their love. They seemed to be better separated when she did her matches; once they realized how mismatched they were with others, they certainly would want to be together. Olphie wanted them to know that she was watching - she saw that hair ruffle - and had big plans for them, so she, belatedly, inquired, "Eating, dear, would you like a towel to clean up your accident? It's okay, dearie, bladder issues can happen to the best of us... I'm sure that Mr. Mortified, over there, has had one or two recently. Maybe you can ask him for advice on your control issues?" She nodded towards Jake Morris, then moved her gaze onward.

Dan had been tapping his bed, and petting his kitten for a long time, debating on whether or not to go to Olphie's Valentines party. There were many reasons not to. There was the fact that he didn't have a date, there was the fact that he'd drugged Andy a few days ago, and was still ashamed of it, despite Andy saying not to worry about it, that he understood, and that nothing had changed. There was also the fact that Olphie was absolutely insufferable.
The flying professor constantly mispronounced everyone's names, had an ego bigger than Draco Malfoy's, and despite definitely being one of the least impressive Quidditch Players ever -Dan had seen the footage of her in the Hollyhead Harpies, and she did essentially nothing-, she seemed to think that EVERYONE wanted her autograph or to take a selfie with her. Dan was willing to bet that she thought the term 'selfie' was coined after her name.

Dan eventually decided to go. He was already still upset over Ozzy, and ashamed over Andy, how much worse could it get?

He put on his hoodie, and slipped his shorts on. He left Loki with his favorite kitty teddy in his bed, some wet food, and some water, and went out to the staircases. He of course, was barefooted like he always was.

When he arrived however, the scene did not look like a tea party. In fact, it looked more like the aftermath of the Masquerade Ball. It wasn't nearly as bad as that, but this was not what a tea party looked like.
But then, he was dressed in shorts and bare feet, so he hardly looked like tea party material.

It was at that point, that Dan decided that the best way to get answers was to simply ask.

"Sorry I'm late, but what the shag happened here? Looks like a pub brawl went down in here."

As usual, Dan did nothing to tone down his heavy Irish accent.

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Interactions: @Tyranni Whitethorn, (open for more)

Andrew nearly spat out his iced tea when Professor Beargay made the announcement. Wait, we're supposed to be paired?! Andrew's eyes widened in shock. Perhaps he hadn't been informed or didn't pay attention to the fine-print notice, but Andrew had come to this tea party with the notion that he was only here for the food, not match-making!

His heart raced. Not out of fear of socializing or approaching someone new - much less a girl - but for being caught off guard. How he hated surprises. He hadn't come mentally prepared for this! Otherwise he would've practiced his small talk skills before daring to step foot in the room.

A slight irritation crossed his face, at having his peaceful meal disrupted. Ugh, this was stupid! Why did Valentine's have to be all about the cushy-gushy romance-love? Why couldn't he just enjoy his scones and leave it at that?

Calm down, Andrew, he composed himself, soothing his nerves. It was nothing to take seriously after all.

A piece of paper was handed to him, and Andrew glanced at it before sighing defeatedly and slumping back in his chair.

Grrr… Fine.

Standing up from his table, he left his dishes for a House-elf to clean up and then began to search for his partner, Tyranni Whitethorn. Who wasn't that difficult to find, considering the Professor had announced her arrival right before reading the pairings.

"Uh, hi? You're Tyranni, right?" He smiled kindly as he approached. "Andrew. Vance," he introduced himself. "Or Andy - that's my nickname - whatever you like."

He recognized the girl's face from the Sorting Ceremony, but aside from glancing her around the Castle, Andrew hadn't had the opportunity to socialize with Tyranni. Or with many other first years, frankly.

"So, I guess we're together then? Well, I don't know about you, but I was just here for the food," he shrugged good-naturedly with a chuckle. "Anyways, I suppose we better at least act and pretend we get along, so the Professor doesn't do anything to us."

He cleared his throat and unfolded the piece of paper.

"Alright, my question says - specifically, in capital letters … WHO'S YOUR BEST FRIEND?" He proclaimed each word in a louder-than-normal-speaking level. A little of a comedic effect, hopefully to break the ice and loosen up the atmosphere a bit.

MENTIONS: @Olphie Bercegeay
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Lamik Fillestar wasn't really sure what to expect. From the moment that he heard about the party, the boy was pretty keen on not attending. It was run by his least favorite professor, celebrating a holiday that he didn't really care about- no presents were given, and usually no candy was either. Unlike christmas or easter, there really wasn't much in Valantines day that seemed too interesting. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately (dependong on who you ask) when the day finally came Lamik could find nothing better to do. Most of his friends had decided to attend, he was done with homework, he had written a letter home, and he wasn't in the mood for reading. There was no point in just sitting around, so the boy decided that he might as well see what all the excitment was about.

As soon as he entered the small hall, Lamik realized how strange things seemed for a tea party. The decorations were on point, of course. He hadn't expected any less from the flying professor. What was wrong was the fact that everyone seemed to be recovering from some kind of comotion. There was a boy standing nearby who seemed uninvolved in whatever had taken place, and after walking up to him and tapping him in the shoulder from behind, he spoke up. "What happened?"

Kara listened as Professor Bercegeay said that pieces of paper were given to each of us. Kara looked down at her plate as it turned into a piece of parchment with in bold letters
"WHAT ARE YOU MOST PASSIONATE ABOUT?"
Kara then knew the exact answer from the depths of her heart. Kara took the fancy peacock feather pen that appears and wrote down her answer vigorously. She finished and practically smacked the pen down on the table. Kara then heard Professor Bercegeay say
"Oh what fun! It's time for the pairings now!"
Kara's breath almost shot out of her body, Professor Bercegeay was PAIRING people together?!? Kara couldn't believe it. She guessed that the Professor would pair the two closest looking people together. Kara then knew that Ariana was flirting with a Hufflepuff boy and those two would probably be paired and Kara would be left alone.
"Now, the pairings are Thora Larkston and Saskia Nicholson, Kara Capricorn and.."
Kara held her breath, the whole world seemed to stop for a few seconds of suspense.
"and Ariana Walker."
Kara sipped her tea and then heard Ariana's name get called out with her own. She spit out her tea in surprise, spraying it everywhere. The tablecloths, plates, cups, and her dress all got soaked. She growled at herself and then used up all the napkins drying herself and the table off.
She heard the rest of the peoples pairs get called out and looked at many other surprised and gleeful looks, but others were disgusted and angry. She scowled, it's the season of love, enjoy it while it lasts, you never know, you may have been paired with the person you end up marrying.
Kara then got up, tea still dripping from the bottom of her dress. She pushed through the crowd of shuffling people as she passed the Hufflepuff that Ariana was talking to. She gave the boy a piercing glare hen turned back to find Ariana. Kara kept pushing through till she found Ariana standing there in a nice pink dress and with her long brown hair in a messy bun. Ariana's green eyes sparkled like emeralds and her body seemed to glow. Kara's mouth gaped and she snapped it shut quickly, Ariana was beautiful. Her whole body warmed up and she blushed, making her look like a strawberry.
Kara took a deep breath she neared Ariana, then Kara said,
Excuse me for a moment, but I must go talk to Professor Bercegeay."
Kara ran off without waiting for a reply, she ran off, not caring that the heels she was wearing kicked off behind her.
Kara finally saw Professor Bercegeay come into view. Kara jumped up and hugged Professor Bercegeay tightly, almost tackling the former Quidditch player to the ground, but she was strong enough to withheld Kara's whole body weight, for Kara was pretty much a shrimp with hair and human eyes.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much!!" Kara exclaimed in delight "You've helped make my dreams come true, I will never be able to thank you enough!"
"Of course dear; Cupid has entrusted me with his arrow of love, and let me tell you, that arrow never lies. Just remember to make me Maid of Honor at your wed-" Professor Bercegeay said.
Kara let go of Professor Bercegeay and ran back to where Ariana was standing, grabbing her shoes on the way.
"Well," Kara said to Ariana "It's a little cool that we ended up together, huh, knowing that we had a rocky beginning."
Kara then asked a question, trying to create small talk,
"So, what was your question on the paper? Mine was WHAT ARE YOU MOST PASSIONATE ABOUT, and speaking of which, what are you most passionate about?"
Kara then waited for Ariana reply. Kara was so happy and lucky at the same time. She had ended up with Ariana out of all the other people. Kara was very excited, gleefully smiling and thanking Professor Bercegeay in her head.

Ruka didn't look good. He didn't look good at all.
Opeila turned around to Persy, again furious, and gasped, when Burnett, who seemed just as furious, attacked the girl. "No!", she shouted, just at the same time as Ruka, who pushed himself off his chair. Opeila's eyes widened, and she grabbed the Gryffindor's shoulder, hoping that she was able to hold him in case he fell over. She was relieved when one of the Slytherin prefects and a friend of hers stopped the fight. Jesus, the two idiots would cause Slytherin to lose a whole lot of housepoints!
Ruka sat down again, what was probably the best thing he could do. Opeila was surprised, that her friend hadn't passed out yet.
Gris asked Opeila about Evelynn, the girl with the burns. "I am sure, she will be fine. You might see her burns for a few day, but she cooled them and nothing got into her eyes."
Alan Vanes then suggested to take Ruka and her to the hospital wing, but Opeila shook her head. "Just take Ruka there, I am fine for now. Thank you.", she said and smiled at the boy. Ruka would probably really pass out on his way there and Opeila wouldn't be a lot of help. Also she wanted to see what happened here.

And then, finally the Professor intervened. She threatened Barret with a lot if detention and then ordered her to follow her. Also Burnett would have to explain himself to the Professor.
Opeila was glad, that their housepoints remained untouched for now. What irritated her a lot, was that Professor Bercegeay stopped Alan from taking Ruka to the hospital wing, in a very rude way. Opeila couldn't help but dislike the Professor for now. Wasn't it her job to support the students, not to push them down? And Ruka was bleeding, for god's sake, why would she make him stay here, where everyone could look at him, and fuss around him? "But- Professor, I don't think-", Opeila started, but the Professor was gone already. "Oh, for god's sake!", she snapped at no one particularly and finally sat down as well.

Opeila rose her brows a little when the Professor Bercegeay announced that she would put people into pairs to talk to each other, using a question given by the Professor as a guideline. Opeila listened to the pairs, glancing over to Ruka in case he passed out.

Then Professor Bercegeay put her and Ruka together, adding that their Date might as well take part in the hospital wing. Opeila's eyes widened in surprise. "Did- Did this just happen?", she asked, disbelieving. "Did she just stop Alan from taking Ruka to the hospital wing, so she could match-make him... with me? Jesus Christ, what has this day become..."
With this the Slytherin girl got up from her chair and went over to the Professor. "Professor Bercegeay. My friend, Ruka Tân is bleeding and about to pass out. I believe, that it is the best idea to take him to the hospital wing.", she said quietly. There had been a lot of fuss about Persephone's victims, now everyone who was not involved could kindly mind their own business again.