Reg had been watching the Cupid statue in the middle of the room for a while now; he couldn’t quite pinpoint when it moved, which was horrifying in its own right, but he had at least figured out that it shot spells at people for the fun of it. He couldn’t tell what it did either, although the people who were hit often wandered off together or moved onto the dance floor. All Reg knew was that he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it.

He’d been avoiding the refreshment table because it seemed to target people who were just mulling around it, although he had just witnessed two wallflowers be hit by the spell a few minutes ago, so no one was safe. At least he should have a few minutes to grab some things from the table before the statue struck again.

Cupid must have sensed his paranoia though, because it twitched to life, pointing its bow in his direction. His eyes widened. Absolutely not.

Without really thinking about the implications of what would happen after he made his choice, Reg grabbed the nearest person and yanked them into the line of fire of the spell.

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Open to one other person!

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