She was an odd breed. Oh well, it wasn't like it was a bad thing.

The moment she turned and began to walk in the other direction, Raphael let his own lapel pin drop the ground, leaving him in the dark. He moved forward, closer, closr, closer, until his hand found her arm and he swiftly apparated them away with a loud pop.

(Oh well, everyone was masked—they wouldn't know who they were, anyways.)

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