Closed Just Happens To Be Here...

[Corn Seymour VII]

Cornelius hated school dances. And yet here he was, winding up at one yet again, eyes scanning the crowd in a way that even he could tell wasn't nearly as subtle as he would like. It had been difficult working up the strength to leave his bed on a daily basis, the humiliation of being held back a year hanging heavy over his head, but there was one person keeping him going. She was out of his league - it was ridiculous even to think - but Felix Felicis had told Cornelius clearly that fate was pointing him towards Vanity, and who was he to argue with that? So Cornelius scanned the Great Hall near the entrance to the ball, hoping desperately that she would be attending alone this year. Please - please.

 

[Vanity Mettlestone]

Vanity hadn't even bothered looking for a date this year. Holden had been entirely disappointing, so she was pretty sure she could have as much fun on her own. She made her way into the Great Hall, grabbing herself a drink. She looked around for someone to talk to, hoping to find one of her friends. Her gaze moved to Cornelius, then she immediately looked away. After that one potions lesson, she hadn't felt the same about him. But it was utterly ridiculous. Without looking in his direction, she moved a bit closer to him. It was just a coincidence.