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Source: charmingrp.com --- Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Valentine couldn't remember if he had gone to the ball when he graduated. Though he felt like he would have remembered all the pomp and circumstance, so he had decided that if asked the answer would in fact be no. It had, in fact, been so long ago and he had procrastinated on attending rather any balls that he could even afford to attend as the middle class lifestyle hardly allocated finances to attend. But, as a professor, Valentine felt almost obligated to attend. He had thought to bring his sister who undoubtedly would have ended up lingering on the outside of the Great Hall. Though blind, she was, in Valentine's opinion, a talented enough conversationalist though she would have had to rely on a man to lead. After the seventh year girls graduated, and the applause was over and music kicked up, Valentine knew that he would at least have to dance with a few young ladies. It hardly excited him. In fact, he felt almost awkward at the whole ordeal. The cacophony of conversation had soon overloaded his ears and he moved from the dance floor to the refreshments, grabbing a glass of firewhiskey and downing it quickly. For a thirty-six year old single man, surely he should be trying harder for a wife, but the crowd was overwhelming. He saw classmates, married with children of course, and students in pockets around the room. The debutantes were waiting, some impatiently and some looking rather bored of the whole ordeal, his eyes quickly ...