fandomtownies | Valentine's Day Dance | Town Hall

As Desperation Day dances went, this was probably not the most tacky ever. Of course given that it was Desperation Day, so tacky really went with the territory.

There was glitter, oh, was there ever glitter in a multitude of sparkly colours. But even more so, it seemed that the decorators had taken the 'Hearts Afire' theme literally as large cut out hearts adorned the walls. Each with a tissue paper 'flame' bursting from the top of it. Streamers in all shades of pink twisted across the ceiling, forming almost a canopy. Which hopefully would not be literally set afire. The Fire Department would probably disapprove of that. Also a lot of people's dresses would be ruined.

Let's stay away from any literal fire, okay, guys?

[Up early for timezones. ~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or I will STAB YOU, OKAY?~~ is up! And thre'll be a second post up later if this one gets insanely large (well, hell, why even say 'if')]

And the magic links: Arrival/Mingling | Punch and Food | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Dance Floor | OOC

[It never said Friday. Rly.]

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Beka wrinkled her nose at him. "No, I was saving my one magic spell for when you'd show up."

"So yer plannin' on turnin' me into a rat?" he asked, pretending to be annoyed. "Cruel lass."

"Tis to fit the name," she teased him and she reached up to tug on his collar. "You don't look shabby all dressed up."

"Then y'll be turnin' into a dog next?" George smirked, smiling at the compliment. "Aye, well, I washed behind me ears an' everythin'. You do be lookin' quite lovely yerself. I like th'dress."

No, she'd never be comfortable accepting compliments and Beka quickly glanced at Emma.

"I think there's enough people turning into pets already," she commented. "Your mam will be proud to see you've not forgotten how to clean up."

"Who's that then?" he asked, glancing at the rat. He chuckled. "D'ye think I forgot? I don' usually smell, do I?"

"Not too badly," she teased. "Tis Emma. I didn't want to leave her alone in the room. It seemed sad."

"Y'like it," George told her before he stared at Emma. And then there was laughing. He would be lucky if Emma didn't bite him. "Awww, she's so cute. Do I still get a dance wit' her?"

Luckily Emma was still on the table so she could do aught but glare. It'd look more impressive if she weren't an ermine carrying a blue ribbon. "If you think you'll live through it," she said.

"Mayhap I should jus' dance wit' ye," George decided, eyeing the ermine. He still owed Emma for telling him about the flowers anyway.

"I think you'll have less bite marks at the end," Beka agreed with a grin.

"So yer not goin' t'be bitin' me then?" he teased.

"Not unless I change back to a terrier in the middle of it," she told him.

George frowned at her. "What? Y'd bite me were I dancin' wit' ye? Cruel, Beka."

"You'd manage to do sommat to earn it," she assured him easily.

"Tis good t'know you've such a high opinion of me," George smirked.

"Tis naught as high as your own opinion," she teased him.

"Well, I know meself well," he retorted.

"I think there'd still be some wet behind your ears," she teased him. "Mayhap you didn't dry off well enough."

"Yer welcome t'check if I did or not," he smirked, tilting his head for Beka to see.

"Looks wet and green," she teased him as she leaned forward to peer at his ears.

Valentine's Day Dance | Town Hall | Saturday Evening [8pm on]

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