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Dylan jumped at the sight of the Headmaster, "Um Sir. I don't have one. And it is a slumber party. I wore pyjamas." How could he hunt down a shirt? He could summon one.
Another person. Wow he was popular tonight. Maybe it was the quidditch. "Ummm how do I know you?" How did she know him. That was the question. "I am good. How are you?"
"Oh sorry, I don't believe we have met before, I just know your name from the quidditch match today." The match she was sure Gryffindor had cheated at to win but she wasn't here to talk about that, she wanted to have fun.
"I'm Marie, 2nd year Slytherin, I'm doing good, just waiting for some friends to get here." Hopefully they would get here soon too.
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Antarctica! Kiri was shivering slightly when she entered the Great Hall. She'd changed back in the dormitory so that no one would be forced (or tempted) to watch her do it in the Great Hall, but the general temperature in the school was meant for blouses and robes, not pyjamas or nightgowns. She was barefoot too, of course, and her toes nearly tried curling in on themselves to avoid the cold stone floor.
The Hall was looking very festive and appropriate for the occasion. The house tables were gone, and only one giant one remained, nearly bulging under the weight of innumerable foodstuffs and drinks. Kiri examined them in passing as she walked over to the roaring fire where she'd spotted someone she wanted to talk to. Her feet made a soft pitter-patter noise on the stones.
"Hey Dylan," she said, dropping her sleeping bag next to his. "Good, er, good evening, Headmaster," she added; the man was standing there as well. She felt a little self-conscious about running around in her nightwear around him.
Oh the Slytherin captain came over to them too.
"Hi, I'm Marie, how are you?" Even though she was only a second year, Marie was determined to make as many friends as she could tonight, no matter what year they were.
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Cassirin The Headmaster drew his wand and conjured a gawdy Hawaiian shirt, complete with enormous flowers in vibrant hues. It was fairly hideous.
"Here you, Mr. Denver. The first rule might be 'Stay alive' but the second rule is 'Be prepared.' And the third rule is 'If you stain my favorite shirt, I will play pin-the-tail-on-the-Slytherin.'"
Looking at the shirt the headmaster gave Dylan all she could tihnk was,
'hope he is the last one to fall asleep tonight.' Of sourse she would never say that out loud.
"Hello Headmaster Tate, what a lovely shirt that is." Yeah right, she was just glad she didn't have to wear it.