It seemed like a good idea at the time, but the seventh year Head Boy was already feeling rather uncomfortable, as well as like a giant pillock, in his choice of costume. Fidgeting profusely, he made his way into the seating area to wait for his date.

Oliver wasn't usually so awkward.. in fact, he excreted confidence from every pore.. but being here alone, wearing MAKE-UP was kinda embarrassing for a seventeen year old lad.

He hovered beside the seats trying to decide whether to sit or stand and in the end remained standing (What sort of highwayman sat? Sitting was for ponces, man). He placed hands on his hips, head tilted upwards and posed for a moment.. but stopped when he realised no one was watching.. heh.

He leaned against the wall, hoping the redhead would hurry up and get her butt here.