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Mad Eye Touz 
Lainey was either oblivious to the handful of students that thought she was crazy, or more likely simply didn't care. They were playing dress up in History and that's all there was to it. "Kingston," Lainey sang his name, "please don't terrorize students. Come pick out a costume."
"Everyone choose a costume and turn in your lists!"
ooc: and please, do post pics of what your costume is!
It was obvious that he couldn't fight her no longer. Whatever he said was either shooed off or be twisted and turned into new words that are the opposite of what he was saying! With a sigh, Kingston accepted defeat and stood up. Folding his arms, he walked over to Professor Lainey and looked down at her with an unsatisfied look. "When I'm going to graduate, I'll be thrilled to not wearing any costumes anymore." He told her, frowning.
Bending down Kingston looked through the costumes and pulled out one that seemed... odd to him. They were raggdy black and brown cloths with what seemed to be a stick tagged along. He blinked as he lifted it up. Should he wear it? With a slight shrug, he pointed his wand at the clothes and with a quick flick, he found himself wearing the clothes he had picked out.
Well, it didn't... really represent himself or his past.
Lifting up the bluish stick, Kingston looked at it with interest and then looked back at Lainey. "May I ask what am I wearing?" He frowned, not really figuring out what he was. One thing he was sure about, he was not cupid.
ooc: lolololol.