Amy loved Halloween, it was one of her favourite times of year. It felt right for a witch to enjoy Halloween and it was one of the few times of year that the fourth year girl felt that she could let her guard down slightly and relax a bit. She had decided to go to the ball with her brother, Donald, and they had both discussed what costumes they could be wearing. After much discussion they decided that a Welsh theme would be best. The Hufflepuff wanted Donald to go as a hedgehog but her little brother seemed to have rejected that idea for some reason.

The young witch went as a Gwyllion of Welsh legend. Gwyllions are female fairs of a frightful aspect who haunt lonely roads in Welsh mountains and leads travellers astray. They are said to haunt the roads either by night or on misty days and those who encountered them would surely lose their way. Amy quiet liked the idea of being a Gwyllion and she was rather proud of being Welsh. After all which Welsh person wasn’t?

Amy had a wig of long white hair and a ragged brown oblong hat that had all four corners of the hat turned up. She also wore some long pointed ears. She wore a ripped and shabby ashen purple apron that was thrown over her shoulder, a ragged blue shirt and a long brownish green skirt that was torn at the bottom and had a few holes in it and a couple of light grey patches covered a few of those holes. She had grey stockings and some brown shoes. Indeed, the colour of her entire costume was rather ashen coloured.

She also carried a bucket with her and wore make up that gave her a slightly more elderly look to her face. Her costume was wrongly based off the Ellyllon, the Old Woman of the Mountains. Her costume looked quite similar to that of a hag, it certainly didn’t look pretty. The Welsh lass didn’t care though, the objective of Halloween was not to look pretty, it was to look scary and she thought that she fulfilled that criteria rather well with what she wore.

The Hufflepuff lady met with her Ravenclaw brother and made their way to the Great Hall to attend the Ball. She was really looking forward to it. As she entered the hall she gave her sibling a grin. The Hall was decked out for Halloween and they had done a pretty good job of it. She looked up to the ceiling and was impressed to see the enchantment to show a clear night sky, albeit with hints of fog staring to form. The candles underneath it gave it an ominous touch and Amy thought that was a rather clever idea. Looking around the walls there was skeletons in the alcoves and an orange tinged gloom. It was a very impressive job if she was honest with herself. The flying pumpkins were rather nice

As for the costumes of the other people. Some of them were rather impressive, such as the first year’s cat costume, the red riding hood costume and... she fixed Greengrass with a glare. The Hufflepuff girl had still not forgiven her for that incident in the band practice room.

Taking her mind off that the 14 year old joined her brother at the food and drink table. ”Alright Donnie? What do you think of the decorations? I think they done rather a good job myself” she took a bite out of a pasty. It was going to be a good night. She could feel it. Just as long as she didn’t have to spend the entire night babysitting Donald that was. 

Halloween Ball

Outfit

LJ didn’t like crowd. She didn’t want to be in the school at all, and he thought that there were things that he could just go back and redo, and maybe he could change things… But then again, maybe not. Maybe there was no changing anything. He thought that the worst was going to be when Ma died… But then he had had to come back here. He had had to come back to this castle, and he had come back with a shiny Head Boy badge. And he had come back knowing that he had a job to do. That he had a place to fill. He had to do better, he had to be better. There wasn’t much that he thought that he could do to change how he felt. He wasn’t going to like it here. Hogwarts wasn’t home without her, and now home wasn’t going to be home either. He had gotten a letter. A bloody letter, because there wasn’t apparently enough time for them to wait for him to be home for his dad to get married. And he knew that he wasn’t biologically Ares’ son, but he was his son. He had adopted him. He had given him his name, and his title, and everything that came with being a Wentzell… He didn’t think that it was all that fair that he just up and got married, and really he thought that there was something rather annoying about all of this. He thought that they could have at least waited for him… They had waited this long for Merlin’s sake… waiting until Christmas woudn’t have bloody killed anymore…


Except apparently it would have, because they hadn’t waited, and last he had written Philip he had thought that things were going to be better. He had thought that things were going to have to get better eventually, but then they hadn't. There was nothing better about this. There was nothing better about Dad marrying Issadora six months after Ma died. There was nothing better about him not getting to be there, about him not feeling like he had been included at all, because he hadn't been. And he was sure that Nick had gone, because Nick was Nick and of course he would have gone. Ella wouldn't have. He thought that at least he could have found something in that. LJ knew that Ellanora wouldn't have gone. And he hadn't gotten to go to her wedding either, though he had left her a gift. A bracelet that had been Ma's, that he had found in the lab where she must have taken it off one day and left it. He had cleaned it up, and wrapped it, and left it for her. Because if anyone deserved to wear it he thought that it was her. But knowing that there was someone else that wasn't quite as accepting of this, wasn't the same was getting to actually voice his opinions. And he knew that he was seventeen, and he knew that he had chosen to stay with his aunt almost the entirety of the summer, at least once he had come out of his room, but still.

It didn't make him any less angry, it didn't make him any less annoyed, and LJ thought that so long as the Headmaster didn't bug him about Gotti, he could keep his mouth shut about his dad's choices. At least until Christmas, when he had every intention of going home, and making a point of who, and what he thought. Unless he could convince Nick to come and meet him on the next Hogsmeade weekend. Maybe talking to his brother would help. He doubted it, but he could try. Shaking his head at all of the decorations that they had presumably thought would make this more like Halloween, LJ looked over at @caerus as he spotted @petrova coming in the door with some other Ravenclaw girls. "Your cousin made it." He knew that in a way they were all related, and that as of next spring, he and Caerus would be sharing some cousins, but right now he was talking about the Russian girl that he had befriended when he had first met her in the Common Room. He watched her for a moment, and then his eyes drifted to @truly when she came in the door. A goddess. And he was a gladiator... Well... That was ironic, they couldn't have planned that any better if they had tried.

Let it be known that Dion would rather fling himself from the Astronomy Tower than dress up to go to a bloody stupid fucking halloween party. Especially one in which a costume was mandatory. School parties weren't his thing and he'd always avoided them as much as possible. Parties outside were fine; clubs, raves, the odd private party in the fighting rings. Those he could do fine, those were dimly lit and filled with questionable activities. These parties were filled with brats and students and brightly lit and decorated and had a decided lack of booze. Luckily for him, in the last Hogsmeade weekend Rosa had seen fit to smuggle him a little more than just cigarettes. She had an arrangement with the Headmaster or whatever so as long as the harmful things didn't make it into the hands of the younger students it should be fine. Good, because he really wouldn't be able to get through this night without the little flask in his pocket, but pissing off the Headmaster wasn't on his to-do list. That was to say, Nathan had fucking talked to the Department of Education to get them to take him back to redo his last year, so the head of the Department had talked to the Headmaster. Dion had to go to therapy with the school counsellor every so often, had to take part in a club -hence the Quidditch, which he'd never bothered with before- and had to behave. Mostly. Otherwise they'd make him repeat another year and since Dion had sworn an unbreakable vow to his father to finish his education he couldn't exactly just drop out. Fuckers. If it weren't for the fact that nothing would be worse than losing to a vow to Nathan he wouldn't just dropped out and dropped dead already.

Still, things were the way they were and Dion was forced to attend. He'd dressed as the Joker, because he knew it and he felt something of a kindred spirit in the fucked up chaotic asshole. It was muggle, though, so most people wouldn't get it. To be honest, that just made it better. Bryce would get a kick out of it if he knew, but those were thoughts he kept away from. Instead of paying much mind to his own clothing, he'd spent hours watching @jay strut around trying to make himself hot. Well, hotter. Dion and Jay had not ever tried anything -and D wasn't all that interested, since Jay wasn't really his type- but one would have to be blind to not see it. Still, when the other bloke had finished they made their way to a courtyard, drawing it out as much as possible, but when they finished a few fags they pretty much had to go. So he took a swig from his flask and passed it over to the other as they walked to the great hall. There were some people already there. That Ravenclaw beater and the seeker. @lily , he noticed with a smirk, accompanied by a pretty Hufflepuff. Well, he did have a thing for brunet boys but he doubted the girl would appreciate him hitting on her date. He should do it just for that, to be honest, and then see if @rory showed up. Of course Blue and Kim would be showing up together, and he didn't give many shits about the rest. So he made his way over to a corner of the Great Hall with Jay beside him and leaned against one of the pillars.

"What a fucking waste of time." At the last ball, however, someone had gotten pretty hurt. Or so he had heard. So maybe he should watch Rosa's little Ravenclaw from the corner of an eye just in case. Accidents happened.

costume

Halloween Ball

Outfit

Balls were, alright, she supposed. The last one that they had had she hadn't really thought that she was going to end up going to, and then she did, and she had been errand girl all night. Which was fine, it was whatever, but Rory would have liked to think that there was something else that she could have done besides make sure that Lady Wentzell wasn't going to faint of anything in that huge dress that she had chosen to wear. But eventually she had been turned loose, once they had left the receiving line, and there was no need for her to stand there anymore she had gone looking through the crowd for @scarlett. Knowing that her friend had gone to that ball was something that she thought had helped her make it through the night that night, and the only thing that Rory could really think of to make it through the night tonight was going to be to spike the punch bowl. That would have solved a lot of their woes, and if she thought that she could get away with it before the little children were all sent off to their beds she would. The costume she had chosen had been designed for the express purpose of concealing more than she wanted people to see. Making sure that there was a flask of something stronger than firewhiskey tucked in the folds of her outer cloak Aurora sweet up from the Slytherin Common Room and into the Entrance Hall. There were plenty of people still milling around the doors and so she didn't feel like she was terribly late.

Her heels clicked on the floor, but the sound was lost in the crowd, something that Rory didn't particularly mind. It was easy enough to get lost in this crowd. Though she thought that her costume was a lot left costume than some of the things that she would see here tonight. At least she had bothered to wear something that covered a good majority of her body. She wasn't about to have a wardrobe malfunction like enough of the girls she was sure to come across in the hall tonight. If anything she thought that she was going to get a good laugh out of some of the outfits. Who wore things like that in public? She had more than one costume, and her angel outfit was downstairs in her trunk, but she had felt a little more like Morgana today than she had anything. It was easier to feel the vibe, and the edge that came with being this iconic woman, than it did with being something that she most certainly wasn't. No one had ever accused Rory of actually being an angel, and she wasn't feeling too terribly angelic this evening. In fact, she thought that there was a rather good chance that she was going to find herself quite bored of whatever it was that was going on in this Hall, and in need some some form of entertainment.

Whether that be spiking the punch bowl early and watching all of the little firsts get tipsy, or if she would find entertainment in some other fashion, that was yet to be decided. Either way she thought that she could find something to do with herself for the rest of the evening that didn't make her want to pull her hair out. Because most of the time being trapped at dances or things like this, was exactly the last place that she wanted to be. There was always something better she could be doing. Someone better that she could be hanging out with. They were going to have to come up with something to do, because Rory didn't think that their lovely Headmaster was going to take to kindly to her smoking a cigarette in the middle of the dance, but leaving, and taking her booze and her cigarettes with her, that was always a possibility. No one had said how long they were required to stay at this thing, after all. It had just been mandated that they come... Rory thought that they really should have been much more specific if they thought that the worst wasn't going to happen. They were upper level Slytherin's after all, they were likely to find ways around whatever rules they could. Nodding to her classmates as she passed them by she tipped her chin to @truly, and looked around for Rhaelle Senya Maenlarys and Scarlett. But her eyes landed on @dion instead and she couldn't help but smirk at the costume that he had chosen to wear. He was leaning against the wall on the far side of the room with @jay and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrow at him when she got close enough,"And just what are you supposed to be? A poltergeist?"

Marzanna, goddess of Death in Winter

Supposedly it was a celebration of All Hallows' Eve, or rather Samhain. Serafina had only started to hear of these celebrations when she came here, because she doubted it was something that was celebrated in Russia... and if it was, mama hadn't celebrated it at home. The idea of a ball seemed exhausting, because she didn't like going to crowded places or being taken away from her books, and a ball for which she had to wear a costume was more than exhausting. It was confusing. A costume? Dress up as something she wasn't? She didn't see the point. Rhea said it was supposed to be fun, but James said that if fun things are forced unto people then they're no longer fun at all. Sera agreed with that, she didn't think it was fun at all and she disliked the idea of being forced to do it. Usually, when anyone forced her to do anything she would set her mind against it, but Theo had asked her to behave while at school and she figured that this counted as that. Probably. It had taken ages to decide what she wanted to be, though, because she'd never thought about dressing up before. Rhea, however, had sat down beside her for hours and talked ideas over. She'd gotten Sera to remember a little story book she'd read when she was little. It was burnt down now, of course, because she hadn't taken it from their house, but she remembered some of the stories. Deities of her country. Magical stories about them. Marzanna was someone Sera thought to have met, in the cold and lonely wastelands of the Krai. After all, death in winter. She had almost died there, in the cold. An intimate knowledge of her, she decided, so if Samhain was originally supposed to be a pagan festival in which the coming of winter was celebrated... well, it was rather fitting.

The girls in her dorm had been rather intense in their questioning of her costume, but she hadn't answered. Really, they should know better by now. She didn't talk about things to them, they were too loud and too nosy, and she definitely didn't explain things either. Unless they were calm and sat down instead of ambushing her then she didn't speak to them at all. In a way, they had gotten used to it, because they'd been patient enough to wait for her to finish dressing without expecting her to answer them or take part in the conversation.So she wouldn't have to walk to the Great Hall alone. She didn't know what she would do now that she was there, since she didn't want to spend the rest of the night with these girls. James and Rhea were nowhere to be seen at the moment, though, and @darthlumiya would likely be somewhere off trying to talk to the professors. Maybe she ought to find... there, her eyes landed on @lasimir and @caerus. Her cousin was nice enough to her, always willing to help her out or give her somewhere quiet to escape to. LJ was also kind, and thought they didn't talk much -silence was much appreciated between them- there was something about his silence which she understood. She knew that people wouldn't try to bother her or try to talk to her if she was with them, so she made her way over. In her hands she held the skull she'd made out of ice. It wouldn't melt and the burning cold against her hands was calming. She couldn't see much through her veil, but she could see enough. LJ was wearing... armour? Tilting her head in confusion as she arrived, she looked the two boys up and down. They were barely an inch or two taller than her, she was by far the tallest girl in her year.

"Hello," was all she had to offer.

He's A Pirate

"Mandatory" wasn't a word Jay often chose to adhere to or even acknowledge at the best of times, let alone when it was stated twice on a school event invitation demanding both his attendance and for him to dress himself up in costume. Another word he had pointedly ignored for years- Costume. He hadn't "dressed up" since he was 9 and was still living in Norway. Since then, he often chose to ignore Halloween in favour of doing something far more productive. Which was anything that didn't involve going anywhere in a guise, really. So when this ball had come up, he had toyed with skipping regardless of what Flint thought or had said. But fortunately he was rather attached to the living world and chose the second option which was to go along with it with bad grace. Which took him to his next issue; what to wear.

Nearly 10 years of no experience meant he was rather lost. And although Bertha seemed to have pulled her head out of her ass and Yzera's for a moment if the small growing pile of unopened letters from her was anything to go by, he wasn't about to write back on the issue of help for something he didn't want anything to do with in the first place. Besides she deserved for him to ignore her. To ignore them both. He'd stay on for the holidays instead of going home as O was now in hiding and he didn't want to inconvenience Damion and Kit. If Kit was even still there. He had no interest in going back to England anytime soon. His Mormor could jævla do one. Asking his dorm mates for ideas was equally out of question as that made it sound like he gave a dritte. He didn't exactly have friends outside of that to contact... and eventually he wound up in the library for inspiration. As in, he grabbed the first book off the shelf and glanced at it. And what had come up? Pirate. Detailed and connotated drawing beside the article too. So 30 seconds later the book on piracy accompanied him out again and he drew up his orders via owl mail.

Naturally he had to switch out the 'common' trousers for the leather lace-up option- no one liked half-mast trousers- and when the hat arrived, two things of eyeliner had fallen out into his lap. That had been an interesting change too. Make up. Eyeliner. Things he associated with girls. But on him? It accentuated his eyes. If anything, he rather liked it. And once he was ready, he made sure to scope out the rest of the dorm for opinions to see if they agreed. Which they did. In a way. Even @dion hadn't been able to disagree that he looked 'banging' - whatever that meant, he'd picked the phrase up somewhere- as a pirate. Luckily though, he wasn't left alone with the option of not actually going anywhere as the latter suggested a smoke, and naturally, he'd gone alone with. Free cigarettes was nothing to sniff at. Nor was whatever was in the flask Dion had with him that he was in the mood for sharing.

Jay passed the flask back as they finally made it to the hall and followed the guy in, his blue eyes roaming across the room with an air of idle interest. He noted @lily as they passed standing with Cyrus Lee (if that was rightly his name, the guy usually seemed to be a mess somehow or other) and nodded slightly, then redirected his gaze again. Hopefully something interesting would turn up soon. Even though leaning against a wall with that flask and a bearable Dion seemed like a pretty good idea. He nodded, glancing again at the other Slytherin's made up face of the Joker, then away again with a controlled sigh. "Faen, it always is. It's a dance. It's for couples to do weird matching outfits with." He drawled in return, his hair falling slightly in his eyes. A moment later, @rory appeared with an arched brow and shot a question at Dion which he couldn't help but snort at. Wouldn't Peeves just love to hear that. Better a poltergeist, he supposed, than a fairy like some passing girl and poor guy beside her had apparently decided was a good idea.

Things had been strange for a while between him and @bluebird after their date at Hogsmeade. It wasn't that anything had been wrong, but things had come to light that he... hadn't expected. Ever since the beginning he'd had a lot of respect for the other boy, and friendship, and since they started doing whatever it was that this new intimacy labelled them as, he'd held a lot of warmth too. In a way he hadn't expected to hold for anyone, let alone another boy on the other side of the country. The strangest thing was that despite what he had found out, he thought no less of the other, he felt no disgust when he was touched by him, and not once did he consider halting this. All his life he'd been raised with honour and strength of character as the most important virtues he could have. To care for others, no matter what, to take responsibility for their wellbeing. It was no secret that he had a lot of disregard for the Death Eaters and their philosophy -to put it lightly- and while he maintained his political neutrality as was his duty... internally he held nothing but disgust towards all of them. What was it, then, that made Blue so impervious to this judgement? The event had been fast, but it had shown a level of violence and cruelty that he hadn't though the other was capable of. Not directed towards him, never towards U-Jin, but towards another person that had meant them harm. Still, past a certain point it had been unnecessary. Blue had come clean after that, of course, about his apprenticeship under Goyle and the things he was forced to do. U-Jin... tried his best to understand. Everyone does what they feel is necessary, and Blue was trying to keep his siblings safe. Whatever he felt at the start of it didn't matter anymore, because Blue was different. Blue didn't want to be part of it, and U-Jin was glad for it. He didn't know if he could allow himself to continue a friendship with someone so willing to meddle with the dark arts, let alone whatever this was. But Blue was looking for a way out, that was all that mattered.

So, while things had been iffy for a few days, U-Jin had made sure to clarify it. To try to get them back to how they were before. Actually, it was better now, because U-Jin knew more about the boy. Some level of vulnerability that hadn't been there before, which he was sure frightened Blue to death, but they were both still here. That was something, right? This was something. Especially since this was already the second Ball they attended together. Hopefully this one would have a better ending than the last, for everyone's sakes. They would have gone wether it had been mandatory or not, because Blue never missed a Ball, and they would've worn costumes too. Blue liked looking good, and he liked picking U-Jin's clothing, so it worked out wonderfully, apparently. He could never say no to the other boy, so here they were, in the great hall, both of them wearing wings. At least U-Jin got a mask, and the raven costume was both amusing and ironic. Under the loose hooded top he was wearing, he wore nothing. Not even the layer of make up with which he hid his tattoo. Blue liked it, that had done wonders to rid him of the shame he felt for the thing.

As he looked around the room, he passed the other boy a glass. It wasn't spiked, but it wouldn't take long before it was. He could see the members of their Quidditch team arriving; @rory, @dion, @jay. Rhaelle Senya Maenlarys wasn't here yet, and he hadn't seen @munchzilla89 yet either, though he would probably arrive with his sister. U-Jin never talked much to anyone outside the Quidditch team, even less to the girls or Julian because they weren't in his dorm. Still, out of all the people in this place, if he had to talk to anyone he preferred it to be them. Then again, they would probably talk to @truly, since she was one of Blue's better friends. U-Jin didn't mind, he just went along with it to make the other boy happy. If it were up to him he'd just have taken a seat in the corner and been done with the night already.

"Is there anyone in particular you want to see tonight, jagi?" He asked the other boy.

He's a raven

He's Her Groom
Face Paint

Okay so he wasn't just blessed, he was doubly blessed. Technically triple blessed. @lily had asked him to go with her to this dance, had told him what she had decided on... and he had been busy with agonising over his costume ever since so he looked good enough to go with her. Which really had been difficult considering it was hard to concentrate these days with the blonde pushing all other thoughts that weren't her rather forcibly out of his head. It wasn't quite margin-doodling bad, but hand hearts had been replaced with heart eyes. And he couldn't pull his eyes from her direction when she passed in the halls even if it meant he walked into something. He was a mess. But tonight, he was a rather dapper looking mess, and he hoped his face make up would cover up how easily she made him blush with that winning smile of hers she shot his way occasionally.

He hadn't seen @nick yet but he knew he was kicking around somewhere. He hoped @lizzy was enjoying herself too, and all the rest of the little firsties that went with that cute little troupe. Perhaps he'd see them at some point that night. For the moment, his focus was taken up by how jaunty his top hat looked and the fact he had a gorgeous witch on his arm, so to speak. Luckily he had gotten his smile reigned in, otherwise someone might have offered to hex it off for him. Grinning like an idiot kind of destroyed the air of sophistication he was trying to aim for. Walking towards the hall with Lily put a pep in his step, and he turned his head to smile at @dion and @jay as the pair passed and glanced towards him and his date. His date. Merlin he could die happy after tonight.

He wasn't going to, as that would rather prevent anything like this happening again, but it was the thought that counted.

"You really do look lovely tonight, Lily. Like always, naturally, but more... regal, almost." He complimented her, his voice far steadier than he'd thought it would be. The black lipstick was making her eyes look that much bigger, and the white dress.... it really was just a beautiful dress. He needed a drink. Maybe some air. But he'd rather suffocate than miss a moment right there and then.

Priorities? Pffft, who needed them.

Jack Skellington

Halloween was something that Hamish had always loved, even as a child. There had been many reasons, mainly thanks to his Mam. He had had so much fun with her when he was little, and he wanted that to continue as time passed. He wanted to have so much fun with Murdina, it was why he had asked her (besides the fact that he actually liked the Ravenclaw and had the feeling that he was starting to have feelings for her. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it and he knew that he was nervous about so very much, pretending that things were going to be just fine when alarms were going off in the back of his mind. There were parts of his mind that were scared shitless, and he knew that he could not give into that, he couldn’t afford to fuck this up. She was worth the fear.

He had gone outside to smoke (probably two more than he needed) and then was headed inside to find his lassie. Personally, he wasn’t going to go the stupid ball, but words like ‘mandatory’ had been used, so it didn’t seem lie he had a whole lot of a choice, but if it made Murdina happy then he would do anything for her. He had painted his face, and a part of his head and left his hair out. The suit had been purchased at a halloween store and he had done his best to find or make pieces to make it look better.

He stepped inside and smiled when he saw the lass. Walking towards @murdina and grinned running a hand along her back softly, and kissing her hand. ”Bonnie lass.”

Dion was a bloke of simple pleasures; a pretty face to keep him company, a good strong drink, fresh cigarettes, a nice chunk of cash, silence, and shoving his opponents' faces in the mud. Simple, nice and easy, and yet unfortunately not something most people understood. Like the majority of the people in this castle. Was it really that hard for people to figure out that, unless Dion talked to you first, it was better not to talk to him? Unless they were already on a first name basis, like Rory or most of the people in his year, it was best just to steer clear of him. His moods were unpredictable. Half the time he could be in a good mood, which would turn sour the second someone uninvited popped up, and the other half of the time he'd already be in a bad mood. Those could go either way; he'd either get into a fight or end up being nasty. All in all, the moral of the story was not to talk to Dion unless you were on the very exclusive list of 'People I Don't Hate'. Needless to say there were less than a dozen people on there.

"I think I wouldn't survive it," he commented, eyes following a princess and her prince. Hell, he didn't know wether he would survive tonight as it was. @jay was an almost mate and all that, and there was booze, but there was only so much cheese he could take before he just cracked. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to go in a couple's costume, though he also couldn't imagine what being a couple would be like. Relationships were for other kinds of people, not for him. Anything even approaching that was just incomprehensible to him, for anyone who doubted even living to be eighteen, anything called 'stable' was just plain unrealistic. As was anything signifying any level of emotional attachment.

Thankfully, the night was saved by the arrival of @rory, or rather, the potential for a good night arrived. He always did say he preferred brunettes, and Jay was so painfully blonde that even the eyeliner didn't compare. Then she arrived in a full length dress and looking all medieval and shit, and while he would've appreciated a bit more skin he knew there was always time for that.

"Ah, sweets," he told her, shaking his head. "That's for me to know. If you're nice, I'll tell you later tonight." He held out his flask to her, the contents strong enough for a few sips to be enough. He liked rum, he liked it of good quality, and he liked it pure. It burned his tongue and his throat, and something settled in his stomach when he tasted it. Definitely wasn't going to think about why that was, not when Gregorovitch was right there to entertain him. "We can have some fun, how about that? Tag team with me before we peace out, I'd invite Jay to be my wingman but I'd miss half the fun." He patted Jay's chest with the back of a hand. "You'll enjoy it better if you watch, trust me. Not your type."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see @lily and @cyrus talking. Now, he remembered the boy's name, it was important for this bit right here. Cute face didn't hurt either. Dion made it a point to know about interesting people, and Lily may not have been the most interesting girl he knew, she was still amusing. Fun. That meant he'd done a bit of research, and that had also turned up Cyrus' name. Well, he couldn't say that he didn't guess what she wanted him for. That was where Rory came in, since she was a very pretty girl, and sources said Lily had a more varied taste than she let on. Maybe Cyrus did too?