After stepping away from the media table, Selena made her way over to the food area. Who didn't like food? The former student was ready to stuff her face if possible. She doubted it would be all candidate-y though but she didn't care too much. What she really wanted was some cake. The Slytherin grabbed a plate and immediately put a slice of cake on it. Chocolate cake.

The others could mingle all they want, Selena was going to sit there with her cake and watch them all. Cake was often better company anyways. Plus, she was just waiting for the auction to get started. Might as well eat now so she had more energy later, right?

She blushed a little bit as he kissed her hand...a little unexpected...she wasn't sure what to do after that...awkward...flattering...flirtatious...but awkward all at once. She wrapped her hand around his arm and led the way to the drinks table. Along the way, she continued their conversation.

Gemma glanced down at her dress and then back at him, "Yes, a fairie from one of my favorite Disney books from a child..." she said turning a little bit to show her fairy wings. "Don't get too close or I'll sprinkle you with fairy dust." she said with a little wink. "Plus, I figured I might need some fairy dust to con someone into bidding on me tonite."

"You must be Tinkerbell, vhen?" Erik inquired politely. He pretended to admire her 'wings' with a little nod and walked her over to the drinks table. She could have her pick of pumpkin juice or pumpkin juice. Very broad selection here tonight.

Aw, she thought she wasn't going to be bid upon? "Don't fret, Ms. Cerulean," Erik assured her with a gentle hand pat before unwinding her arm from his. "I'm sure they're saving the best for last. Good items are worth waiting for." He returned her wink and picked up a refill for his own drink.

After sticking close to the Media Table for a bit, checking out people's costumes (and wondering if the man dressed as Captain Hook was up for auction), Roxanne made her way to the buffet table. Looking at all the food spread out, she had to wonder just how many people they were expecting to show up. Because there was enough food here to feed an army. And it all looked delicious. So much so, that it took her awhile to chose what she wanted.

Once she had chosen, she turned to look for a seat. And noticed 'Yo, yo, yo' girl sitting there by herself. Hmm. Might be a good time to learn her actual name and anything she might be able to use against her. So, she approached the girl. "Hello, I don't believe we've gotten the chance to formally meet yet. I'm Roxanne Carter, one of your fellow Board candidates." Not holding out her hand, because they were full with her plate and drink.

Selena forked some of the delicious cake in her mouth. The Hogwarts house elves were amazing. She wondered if she could keep one of them to make her chocolate cake whenever she wanted. She was quite content just sitting there watching people interact. She had cake, after all. And if they didn't come over to the food area, Selena didn't mind either.

It meant more cak-

Oh. Someone was talking to her. Selena looked up at the woman and lowered her fork. She quickly wiped her mouth and gave the woman a cheery smile. This lady was running too, yes? "Nice to meet you Miss Carter, I'm Selena Zabini-Riddle." The lady looked old enough to be Selena's mother. She supposed that was something she was not supposed to tell the lady though. "Feel free to take a seat," Selena added, gesturing to the seats around her. Because... y'know, chatting was nice too. Cake was nicer but she could deal with chatting.

Warfield made his way over to the Seating area and once again began to scope out the place. There was the intimidating looking man once again, but he was conversing with a lovely young lady at the moment. No need for broken glasses, and a black eye, or a jinxed face for that matter. Instead he noticed two other young ladies who were already conversing with one another. Warfield shuffled his feet over to the two ladies and announced his presence. "Ladies, it's a pleasure to meet you both. If I did my research correctly, and I did." he gave a quick smirk."I believe you two are both Board Candidates." He lifted his hands up to prevent either of them from speaking before he did whether they were going to or not."No need to ask my name, I'll tell you both without fail. My name is Warfield Rockefeller, Wary for short if you know me well enough. I'm looking to manage a campaign for one of the many Candidates, as a... Campaign Manager." He laughed at his horrible joke and turned his attention to the young girl in the yellow Jacket."You must be Selena Zabini-Riddle. Young for this aren't you? What, graduated one, no two years ago? I like that youth is always a great factor in anyone running for a position." He patted the young Board Candidate on the Shoulder, and gave the older young lady a smile she'll be next. Yes she will.

Selena was going to resume eating her cake when someone else approached her. Really. What was with these people talking? Couldn't he just eat some cake and be quiet? She shoved a forkful of cake in her mouth then turned to look at the dude in the suit. The former Slytherin swallowed the bite of cake she had gotten and blinked blankly at him. Were they ever going to be able to get a word in?

Now, Selena hadn't learned much from her parents growing up, but she did learn one very important thing - stay away from creepy people. He definitely fell in that category.

And he wasn't funny either. Maybe it was some adult humor that she had yet to gain or something. It didn't matter, Selena never planned on understanding adult humor. That would be dreadfully boring. Then he said her name. How did he know her name?! CREEPY. Oh wait. He did 'research'... that and Selena did have a name tag on. She just continued to give him a blank look. And... did he just... touch her shoulder? She didn't want creeper!germs on her!!! She casually brushed her shoulder, hoping to be free of any germs, and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I graduated two years ago as Head Girl. And age has nothing to do with this. The Board of Governors need to have some good ideas not young people." Which was okay because Selena had loads of good ideas. This dude was just creepy though. Could the old lady Miss Carter make him go away?

"Selena, you don't mind if I call you by your first name do you? Fair trade, you may refer to me as Wary from now on if you so choose." Look at him getting off track how awful."Selena, being youthful is very much a big part of any election, and HEAD GIRL!? You have leadership to boot. The former Headgirl was correct though, ideas were just as important and he needed to hear them from her up front. If you don't mind me asking Selena what are some of these ideas you have in mind for the School. This should really help him decide if she was worth his time or not.

Raelynn entered the food and seating area. Her sister origanlly helped her with her 'costume' but she didn't like the rapunzel braid so she took it out...So now her hair was nice and flowy and curly. She also changed the long purple dress for a shorter one...She didn't know why she had let her pick her clothes for her and do her hair... Gosh she had been like a barbie that night... She looked around for one of the BoG candidates, she had done some research though not a lot was needed. When you knew people like she did you found stuff out easily. Real easy. She walked over to Selena she believed her name was and Roxanne. But she wouldn't call them that that would just be creppy! And if she was anything, she was definitely not a creep!

Hearing the unknown man ask Selena for some of her ideas she smirked. "Trying to get her ideas and then spill the beans to another candidates...Really you must know how to be a better campaign manager." She had helped campaign for some other people, you had to know how to do it. She turned to Selena and introduced herself "I am Raelynn Spencer..Another of those campaign managers... But really that wasn't important getting to know a person was.

Followed by Kennedy, John marched straight to food! He was hungry, so hungry he could eat a baby cow.

"Dude, I miss my Son so much. I'm not even hungry."John said, while still loading up on food. Yeah right, Johnathan! You miss you're son but you are still going to eat.

"Danny, has dimples like me!" John seemed to have baby Danny fever on his mind. This was his first time being a parent and so far, he was doing a great job.

It is important to get to know who these Board Of Governors people are, since this day onward, people like him, will or can help them win for the positioned they have longed for. Elric got the letter a week ago and since he terribly miss this world of his he decided that maybe it was time to visit Hogwarts once again and meet up with people.

Food. Everyone likes food right? They give energy for the brain to think and supplements the body from doing its daily routine. So yes, Elric will have some food for today. Making his way he saw a couple of people, both young and old. He's not sure though if they were all running or maybe doing some campaign manager stuff. He'll get to know them later but for now, feast is still in session. Plus he saw that incredible croissant from the moment he entered the room. The smell is wonderful.

Okay, that went better than expected. Roxanne sat down with her own plate and drink and was about to ask Selena a question when a weird guy came up. Offering to be a campaign manager? There was only three people in this world that she trusted to be her manager and he was not one of those people. "I think we can manage our own campaigns just fine, thank you," she replied with a slightly biteing tone. When it seemed that he wasn't going to give up, she snuck her wand out discretely and aimed at him from under the table. If he tried anything, she'd be ready.

And then someone else came up and claimed to be a campaign manager. This one had obviously gotten the 'dress as your favorite character' memo. But..... "Aren't you guys supposed to wait until we come to you?"

Who was this? Who was this young wavy blonde haired girl?!?!? She was mocking him, and yet she did not know him? Someone must put this girl in her place! Luckily Warfield knew just who was up for the job? "And where pray tell would I go in this public event to get the information secretely?" Really how dare she mock him in front of two of fine young Candidate ladies."I am not looking for a large picture as of yet. Just a tidbit of information good enough to peak my interest.
Then Roxanne spoke up at last. She belived she could run her campaign on her own. How daring, how how risky, but perhaps too risky. "Would you have known who I was otherwise?" Warfield said back to Roxanne's last comment."

Selena minded.

She didn't want to talk to him. She wanted this creepy Warfield dude to leave her alone. "I'll stick with Mister Rockefeller," Selena decided. His first name was creepy. Just like his face. And him in general. She didn't need to hear this dude tell her what she already knew. Except for the youthful part. The only part it played was her ability to walk all the way up to the Astronomy tower without huffing and puffing and rolling over ready to crumble into dust the way the old people here would.

Selena was going to say something about the whole learning her ideas thing but there was no need for that because some other lady walked over. What was this madness? Did she just attract insane, old looking people or something? Selena blinked blankly at the blonde lady. All Selena wanted to do was eat her chocolate cake. Was that too much to ask?! She tried to keep that smile on her face. What did a campaign manager do anyways? "Nice to meet you, Miss Spencer, I'm Selena Zabini-Riddle," she said.

And were they all allowed to go eat cake now? Oh. Miss Carter was saying something. Siiiiggggh. Did they all need to get into this stuff? "Why don't we all just eat some cake? The chocolate cake is delicious," Selena offered. She liked the cake a LOOOOT. And to back that up, she ate another bite of it. Delicious.

She looked at the table of refreshments and shook her head...only Leobald would choose one type of drink for all of the guests...she chose a pumpkin juice and took a little sip. It wasn't her favorite drink but she felt like her throat was drying up...it must have been her nerves about being auctioned off.

Focusing back in on the dashing man, she smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "I guess I just have to think happy thoughts..." she said trying to ignore the man's sweet compliment...she wasn't good with compliments and figured a pixie movie reference might work as a reply....who didn't love Peter Pan....then deciding not to be rude she pushed a piece of stray blonde fake hair behind her ear and replied, "Why thank you Vinteren, Mr. Vinteren...maybe you can be my secret spy weapon that swoops in and saves me if no one else is bidding...." she said jokingly touching his elbow.

Making his way through the crowd into the seating area, Gavin adjusted his cape and his sword again. The musketeer outfit was just a tad itchy and a lot heavier than he'd expected it to be. It had looked cool to wear but now he was kind of regretting it.

His eyes wandered around the room noticing a few more that he recognized from the Leaky Cauldron gathering as well as the feast.

Nolan wandered in to the seating area and looked around to see if he recognized anyone. He didn't see anyone he knew except Erik, and he was busy flirting with someone nearby. How cheesy. So instead, he wandered over to the seats before tripping slightly over something. He wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at what he'd just tripped over...was that a SWORD?

Yes, it was the long edge of a sword that someone was wearing for their costume. Clearly they were a musketeer...oh hey! That was the guy that Erik had dumped a drink on during the Leaky meet and greet! Nolan felt bad for chuckling at him, but it was more the situation, not the man, who'd made him laugh. Why not remedy that now?

He walked up to the man and smiled. "Hey dude. Nolan Reynolds, Board Candidate," he said, holding out a hand for a shake.

YES. FOOD. Milton loved food. That was kind of the only reason he came to this thing. Oh, and because there were people he didn't know and he tired of seeing all the same face aaaaall the time.

But mostly the food.

Milton tugged on his annoying down vest and approached the table by those two older guys he didn't know, but he was pretty sure they were Board Candidates. Milton stopped when he heard one of them say 'dude'.

"DUDE." He repeated loudly, before clearing his throat. "That is what Americans say." He spoke slowly in his terrible American accent which sounded like a horrendous mix between a Hill Billy some guy from the Bronx. "Yo." He had to add that. Milton then pointed to his outfit. "American." That's who he was. An American.

Milton then turned to the other guy and pointed to the sword. "Nice sword."

And then he stuffed a sandwich in his mouth. Yep. Good times.

She took his arm and followed his lead, walking to the Food and Beverage table. "Doesn't look that way... It is Hogwarts, Nik." She said and smirked. "The best we are going to get is this Butterbeer. It looks to be from Hogsmeade. From what I understand the treasurer of the board of governors is the inn keeper of the Three Broomsticks." She said taking a bottle and handing it to him. "Would you like one?"

"Yes, thank you," he took the bottle from her, his facial expression telling o his disappointment at the lack of variety in the menu, "I suppose they don't expect us to stay very long, I remember having a ridiculously strict curfew when I attended the school."

He'd found ways around them anyway. Quidditch Captain and all, have him certain perks.

"Who's watching the children tonight?"

"You are welcome," She said and looked at the clock, "Maybe... or maybe they will send the children to bed at their curfew, and we get to stay up longer... but I doubt it. They've probably extended the curfew for tonight." Which was most likely the case.

"A co-worker." She said "She owes me, and they are older. I think they will be easier to handle." Or at least she hoped. "How is your sister? Is she still in school?"

Raelynn looked over at the guy and said "Thats classified information sir. You'll have to learn for yourself." She raised an eyebrow as he tried to save himself...Yeah it wasn't going to work. The blonde turned back to Selena as she introduced herself. "Nice to meet you as well Mrs. Zabini-Riddle. But please call my Raelynn." Not quite sure which name she preferred.

As for his last comment to the other girl she totally agreed with. She raised an eyebrow at the Roxanne character she might have found someone she did not want to help with her campaign, though she could be interesting. As for his last comment to the other girl she totally agreed with. But at the mention of chocolate cake. Now that sounded even better! She had gotten some earlier but she had forgotten she had it. She sat down, hopefully the two did not mind...More like Roxanne didn't mind She took a bite and smiled. It was good. Selena had a great idea.

The professor might not have been able to see it, but Erik's eyes were taking in everyone new who came into this area of the library. It was always good to be aware and prepared. He did zone his blue eyes back to Gemma when she spoke, though. He was at least that respectful.

"Yves, you do that. Keep your chin up and I might not haff to rescue you after all." He smiled gently and took a step back, only to find that she had moved in to his elbow now. What was this, a game of chess? She was hot and then she was cold, embarrassed by his words one moment and then clinging to him the next.

British women. "I fink I'll go check out the items up for auction now," Erik said carefully, draining his juice in one swallow and setting his glass down with a final sounding clink, "since I already know who I'm bidding on. If you'll excuse me..." He flashed her a wink and disappeared into the growing crowd, weaving his way through a few tables and recognizable faces as he moved.

"Roxanne, good to see you," Erik murmured just loud enough for her to hear as he passed her table. Who were those hawks surrounding her and the girl's table? Interesting start to the evening.

He passed by Gavin last on his way out and wished he had a drink in his hand. Alas, a nod to the man would have to do in greeting for now. He was talking to someone else anyway and Erik had his own someone else to find. On to the auction room.

"How late do you have the sitter for?" Nikolai tilted the bottle up to his lips and took a swig of the fizzy drink, "Amelie's out of school now," he smiled, "She would have loved to have the children over for the weekend."

His sister was now eighteen, studying Runic Art and Tessellation in some obscure institution in Turkey. She was staying with their father and his stepmother in their family home in the North for the next two weeks, and he had intended on asking Cassandra if he could have the children over during that time.

"Would you like to come over and meet with her while she's around?"