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Bulgarian Bonbon

I walked around the edge of the party. I didn't really know any of these people but I, being a famous Quidditch player, could not be seen dancing alone. Some people could, people who did not mind looking like idiots. Take that bloke for example, I thought, looking out at the dance floor. He was wearing yellow to the wedding, and some weird necklace. Wait, what was that symbol on the necklace? The mark! Grindewalds mark!

"Vy are you vearing that thing?" I stormed over to him with a glare on my face. My hand twitched toward my wand, but I resisted. I would not curse a quest of Fleur's. The old man turned and looked at me with a calm, but slightly confused expression on his face. "This?" He took the accursed sign in his hand and stretched it toward me. I almost slapped his hand away, but instead I took a step back.

"Get that thing avay from me!" I glared at the Grindewald supporter and stormed away. How dare he wear his sign? I swear, if he was not a guest of Fleur's I would duel him right then and there.