Elphias had never been fond of dress robes or social affairs. In fact, he'd tried to sneak a small book into the party with him so he might find a corner to read by wand light, but Phoebe knew him too well. She'd taken away the book smuggled in amongst his robes' inner-pockets and threatened to banish him to the couch for the next month if he should try to summon one while at the party. After all, they were there to "relax" and what not. Elphias felt exact opposite of relaxed, though. He felt stuffy and misplaced, and--
"Are you hungry?" Elphias blurted as a sudden cramp gurgled in his stomach. He heard Phoebe say something, but he was already walking, feet carrying him toward a table of pastries. Apparently, he was much hungrier than he'd realized. Once he arrived, though, he just stared dumbly at the table, not quite sure which treat he wanted -- or if he really wanted them, after all.
Actually, Elphias was suddenly compelled to walk around the table to see someone speaking with a tall wizard with dark curly hair, whom he thought he remembered from school -- name escaping him, though he was sure he was supposed to know the wizard. The witch the wizard was talking, too, though, looked much more familiar.
"Anneliese?" he realized just before the clock began to strike midnight. Then things went a bit confusing because Elphias was tapping her on the shoulder and she was turning, and then there was kissing -- snogging, actually -- and though he knew this was not what he wanted, he couldn't make himself stop?
Though he felt stunned beyond belief when they pulled apart. Elphias blinked rapidly before stammering, "W-would you like to give that another go, then?"
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