Emrys had received two invitations for the day, which was not unusual — by February most of the socialites were feeling restless, missing the past season but too far from the next to begin planning parties, and such a ridiculous holiday as Valentine's Day offered a suitable excuse for them to break the dreariness of winter with a flurry of invitations. So having multiple events was not unusual; the events themselves were. Later that evening he'd be headed to his niece's birthday party (apparently; he had managed to get through her entire life so far without ever knowing her birthday was on Valentine's Day and he thought it a little ridiculous, frankly, and was wondering if it was really true or whether she'd just made it up because she was a silly child and her head was full of romance), and right now he was... here.

"I can't believe anyone's doing this," he remarked blandly to the nearest person, as he watched a dapper young fellow with a wave of bouncing blond hair take position in front of a closet which contained a boggart. Emrys hadn't seen a boggart in person since school, and he had personally felt it was something akin to torture at the time — like stringing someone up by their thumbs in the dungeon for detention. The fact that anyone would be subjecting themselves to one willingly was beyond comprehension. The idea that they were doing it to win someone's love (even in jest) was even worse.

The closet door opened and the boggart emerged, changing from a nebulous dark cloud into what appeared to be a cross between a kelpie and a tiger; it was made of water and weeds but had sharp teeth and claws. Disgusting. Emrys couldn't really believe he was watching this, but wasn't sure he'd be able to look away. The fellow tried and failed to subdue it; someone else stepped in before it attacked a nearby partygoer.

"What d'you suppose would happen if someone's boggart gored someone to death?" he mused. He was not sure boggarts were even capable of this, but they might be, and it certainly wasn't the type of spectacle the event planners had in mind this afternoon, he was sure.