When Zelda Dobinski walked into Bloor's, she felt as though she had stepped in an alternate universe. The Bloor's that she was currently standing in the corridor of, was not the same Bloor's that she knew and loved.

She shook her head with confusion, and slight anger, as her eyes darted from pink heart, to red heart, to all the little cupids that were plastered on the walls.

What was the meaning of this? She wondered as she ventured further into the building, with a bit of hestitence.

She stopped short, and her eyes flooded with red hot fury, when she caught sight of a flyer on the wall. She ripped off the flyer, and brought it up close to her face, grinding her teeth together as she read it.

Valentine's Day Dance

Feb 14th

Admission is Free for All Sixth Formers

Five Pounds for All Other Students

Everyone is Allowed to Attend, Unless They Have Detention

Zelda crumpled up the piece of paper in her hand and growled.

She threw the wadded ball on the corridor floor, and stamped on it for good measure.

A Valentine's Day dance at Bloors? Zelda shook her head, causing her stringly black hair to fly out around her. She couldn't believe it. Bloor's never put much stock in the Holidays, and now they were throwing a dance?

Zelda stamped on the ball again, and was about to chuck it at a passing first year with her telekentic power, when the door to the Drama department opened, and Manfred walked out hand in hand with Lydia Pieman.

Zelda's cheeks heated up at the sight of them, and she clenched her jaw together. It became apparent to her why Bloor's was throwing a Valentine's Day dance. It was obvious the way Manfred hung onto Lydia's every word, like a desperate puppy, so much unlike how he usually was.

Zelda couldn't understand what Manfred even saw in the ugly little rat. She wasn't even endowed, and her personality was so lackluster, that she would have rather watched paint dry than associate with her.

To add insult to injury, she wasn't even that good of an actress, yet Manfred always wanted to pick her for the lead. Heck, Zelda would have even picked that bratty annoyance Olivia over Lydia.

Speak of the devil...

Olivia came rushing out of the drama department, and nearly took a tumble on her much too high heels. Today her hair was green and pink, and it made Zelda think of watermelons.

Behind Olivia, Damian Smerk came following, he was muttering something under his breath, that Zelda couldn't quite understand.

"Hey, did you hear about that stupid dance?" questioned Damian, stopping short behind her.

Zelda whipped around, and narrowed her dark eyes at him. Normally, she wouldn't even dream of talking to any puny first years, however, Damian wasn't half bad, and she did need someone to rant with about the dance.

"Yea, it's obvious that the reason this dance is happening is because Manfred has it bad for Lydia."

Zelda rolled her eyes, and glanced back over at the duo, they were still chatting up a storm, and Lydia was twirling a finger in her ratty blonde hair. She watched them for a few more moments, before turning back to Damian with a sigh.

"Look, we have to find a way to stop this dance from happening," said Zelda, tapping her chin with a long thin finger.

A smirk ran across Damian's face, and he nodded.

"Leave it to me, all the girls are going to be crying," he cackled, rubbing his pudgy hands together.

"So it's settled then, operation Take the Dance Down is in affect," smiled Zelda. "Meet me outside at lunch."

With that, she turned around, with her purple cape flowing behind her, and went to her first class, Maths. She couldn't help but to smile as she entered the room. Most students hated Maths, and would never even dream of smiling at the prospect of having to attend such a vile class. Zelda however, loved the subject. It all made sense to her, and though she'd never let Manfred know, it was like a puzzle to her, a puzzle that she enjoyed figuring out.

Despite her love for Maths, she still couldn't shake the fact that Manfred was changing right before her very eyes, and all for some dumb girl.

She shook her head and dug her pencil down her on her paper, causing the granite tip to break off, she needed a plan, and she needed one fast.