After making the rounds and taking a walk through the hall of mirrors, one might find that they’re in need of something to quench their thirst and satisfy their palate. Luckily enough, the ministry seems to have spared no expense in providing a selection of food and beverage that is sure to excite even the pickiest of eaters.

The buffet table is filled with popular foods spanning the ages. From the traditional Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding to mackerel served with gooseberry sauce, there is something to make everyone’s mouths water. Wash your choice down with a selection of butterbeer, mulled mead, firewhiskey, and stinging nettle wine.

Looking for something a bit sweeter? Wander on over to the dessert display. A chocolate fountain takes main stage with an assortment of fruit, mini doughnuts, and marshmallows. You’ll also see options ranging from Apple hat to the much beloved Bread and Butter Pudding Served with Clotted Cream and Compote of Apricots. Tea and coffee can be found here too. With so many choices, you’ll definitely be coming back for seconds!

So make your way over and take a gander at some of the most popular dishes throughout history. Once you've filled your plate, you can take a seat at one of the many tables provided for dining and enjoy your food among friends, new and old.

Sighing as she sat at the table, Becca looked around and then rested her chin on the back of her hand. Her husband wasn't here yet, and she was getting bored waiting for him. He knew she didn't do standing around. She was a woman of action, which was why she'd come as Amelia Earhart. Pulling a face at the general surroundings, she reached out to pick up a Yorkshire Pudding and put some beef in it before covering it in gravy and taking a bite as her blue eyes observed the surroundings.

Gid entered the hall and looked around for Becca, he'd felt bad about having made her wait. It had taken a lot longer than he'd ever planned to be. Spotting her over at one of the tables, he made his way through the crowd. He felt a little weird with this eye thing attached but it was really cool being able to see through it. He'd just put it back in the box in the testing room later. "Hey beautiful." he said taking a seat beside her.

She'd heard him before seeing him, so she answered him with "Hi G-WHATDIDYOUDO?" Her eyes went wide and she just STARED at her husband. "You... you look like... I don't even know." Becca was absolutely horrified! "You are NOT coming home with me looking like that." Oh heck no. "You can sleep in the garden until you take that off and cut your hair." Merlin, he looked awful!

He smirked at her response and posed a little. Wait, what? He stared at her when she spoke a little "It's Mad-Eye Moody. Come on, I thought especially you would recognize the look. He was an awesome auror!" What he didn't look enough like him? "When he was younger, from the first bit with Voldemort, the first time The Order was created." He'd thought the eye was a dead giveaway! "There's nothing wrong with my hair!"

"I know who Mad-Eye Moody is." she hissed at him. "And I know what he looks like. YOU are NOT coming home with me looking like THAT." she told him firmly. "Yes there is!" She stood up and lifted her chin. "I refuse to acknowledge that we are married tonight. I am a free, independent woman and I do NOT need to be followed around by a creepy hippie with a weird eye." She raised an eyebrow at him, DARING him to argue.

"Why not? He was an awesome auror. I wanted to look like him!" he said staring at her. "There is nothing wrong with it! I used to wear it like this when I was younger!" He stared at her part about being an independent woman and the bit about the creepy hippie with a weird eye. "Fine, be that way, but I'll be watching you." Hehe, more than usual tonight!

"Yes, he was an awesome auror. But if we were going on that, then why didn't you dress up like me?" she tilted her head, giving him a look that dared him to disagree there too. "Then your hair SUCKED when you were younger. I'm thankful you were introduced to haircuts, and I shall be reintroducing you to them tonight. Your hair had better be cut before you take one step into the house, or I'm going to cut it ALL off." And he should know she wasn't joking. "You can watch me, but you do not come near me, and I am definitely not dancing with you and your free thinking companion." Which was obviously his creepy eye. Ugh.

"Because you're a woman, and I'm not" he said eyeing her "And it'd be odd dressing up as you considering you weren't in the Order of the Phoenix." His eyes narrowed though at her words "Right. Well it's not coming off, nor being cut. Because I kind of like it." Heh, she could argue all she wanted, he might leave it like this for awhile, he hadn't had it like this for quite a few years now! "You won't be cutting even a little off." he said firmly "You. You would dance?" he asked with a smirk "I normally have to drag you onto the dance floor. So I'm not too worried there." Free thinking companion. HAH!

"Some days I wonder..." she murmured, shaking her head a little. "Neither was Amelia Earhart." Gesturing to herself, Becca took a deep breath. "Fine." Her answer was short and quiet. "But don't try and kiss me looking like that. It will be the last thing you do." Seriously. She'd come here for him, she'd dressed up for him, and he'd even been late and now he was arguing because his general appearance unsettled her. "I would have done, yes." Biting her lip, Becca put her hands in her pockets. "Just... do what you want."

He dropped his jaw and stared at her. Was she trying to start a fight? He'd thought this was the perfect outfit and look for the gala, and here now his own wife didn't want to be near him and was making him feel less than flobberworm mucus! "Amelia Earhart is perfect. Bec, and you look amazing like her. The ministry heads wanted to do a theme together, you didn't need to dress up like someone in the order." He hadn't even mentioned that til now! He'd wanted it as a surprise. Nice surprise that had turned out to be... "What I wanted was to spend the evening with you." he said quietly. Obviously she didn't want that now. He'd dressed like this because he'd thought she'd be even a little proud of him choosing such an important part of history...

"Yeah." Of course, compliment her to try and distract her. "Well maybe you should have told me that..." Her voice was so much quieter now. "I could have dressed up as something to accompany you properly... and I wouldn't have been so shocked when I saw you." Sitting back down, she leant forward against her legs. "Really? Because scaring me like that doesn't help get the evening off to a great start. "You look so much like him that I was genuinely worried for a second." She'd seen the pictures, she'd read the articles, she'd done her research. "I thought I was going to have to go and save my husband again." She couldn't look at him. Not directly anyway.

"I wanted it to be a surprise for you" he said quietly, not wanting to make it known to anyone around what they were talking about. "Why would I want you to accompany me in anything but what you're wearing? I think you look amazing in what you have on right now." he had noticed the short hair but seriously hadn't said anything, it looked really beautiful on her, he'd never saw her hair short before. But apparently him having long hair wasn't okay... "He's dead love. He's been dead for over 80 years. He's not coming back." He shook his head really confused how that would make her think he might need to be saved to be honest!

Brad had left Sel alone with a few of her coworkers and was looking for a place to sit. His feet were not used to dress shoes. Especially stiff brand new ones he had just bought. They were rough on his feet. And even though he was used to standing all day, he needed off his feet.

Bradley made a beeline for the first seat he saw at a fairly empty table. He took his fedora off and sat it on another seat, making sure Sel would have one if she came over this way. He looked around the room. Lots of new and familiar faces. He was glad he'd decided to stay here.

"How many times am I going to have to tell you that I hate surprises?" Sighing, Becca leant back in the chair now. "Well I had more than enough time to make it." He'd been home late and she'd been alone for longer than usual, what with the Ministry being set up again. "Didn't stop you." Her eyes scanned the room again. "And... when you're alone at home... when the kids are in their rooms playing... your mind starts to play tricks." Her eyes turned to him now. "I'm going crazy. I need to do something. I can't... I can't be the perfect housewife and mother, come to things like this and smile the whole night, I just..." Sighing deeply, she rubbed her face gently. "This is the first time I've been away from the kids with you in two months." And her husband looked like that.

Swallowing he looked down at the floor as he stayed just sitting there facing her. Just once he'd thought he could surprise her for once and have her happy with the surprise considering who he'd dressed up as. Once again ruined the night. Why not? It was his typical thing he did, ruined something once again. "I know you're going crazy at home. It's why I have said you need to be out there again, doing what you love. I hate knowing that you aren't out there, when you loved being an auror. Emma's getting older, the kids are all at the academy..." He looked guilty about the part away from the kids with him. "I need to change that."

Chewing on her lip, she listened to him and when he said he knew she was going crazy, she just looked at him. "Someone has to be home for the kids." Her jaw tensed a little, but a sigh escaped. "Yeah. Maybe being places when you're supposed to be might be nice too." Especially home! "Look... I..." Ugh, she hated this. "I overreacted and you look great as Mad-Eye. Just... it's a really good likeness." Surely Gid would know better than anyone. "I'm sorry." Her eyes were on the floor.

"That someone doesn't always have to be you." he said quietly. Wishing that he could talk her into going back. She'd been amazing as an auror, and he knew that she missed it a lot! "I'll definitely try to be better at that." The last year had been crazy with work and he'd missed being home! He didn't want to give up the position but didn't want to be away so often either! "You didn't overreact Becs, I should have told you and given you a heads up." he said softly his hand touching her shoulder.

"Feels like it sometimes." Was her murmured response. Gosh, she missed being out there, running around... saving people. Mostly from themselves. "Yeah." He'd try, but it wasn't a promise to actually be there. Sighing as he agreed that he should have told her, Becca finally looked at him, though she wasn't seeing the husband she was used to. She was seeing another possible future, another way his life could have gone. "No. I'm sorry." He could keep his secrets if he wanted to.

He winced at her words. He didn't mean for it to ever be like that. He'd never meant for her to be the only one home all the time now. And it hurt knowing she thought that and felt that way. He missed a lot of Emma's life in the short one she'd had so far. Norah being at the academy even now. It was hard seeing them grow up and him not being there as much. He hated hearing about it from Becca and not seeing it himself. "I will." he said quietly, with the promise in his tone. God he'd do everything he could to be there more. Sighing softly he shook his head at her saying she was sorry. He wasn't going to do that again he knew that. Not if it meant this!

"So, now I've ruined the night, how do you suggest we go forward?" Becca asked calmly, looking at Gid. "Do you want me to leave? I'll go home if it makes it easier for you." She was sure she could find something to clean. Maybe she'd start cleaning the roof or something stupid like that.

"Becs you didn't ruin the night!" he said in a soft tone of disbelief. Merlin he'd been the one who'd done that again. He always tended to do something stupid like that. "I want you to stay, I want to have you here with me. You know how I hate things like this, having you here is the only thing that makes me want to stay to be honest." Otherwise he'd rather go sit in the corner and avoid most everyone there til someone found him. And then sneak out early if possible and go to his office til the party was over. Well...couldn't well enough do that there at the museum. "What would make it easier is knowing we're okay."

So he DID want her to stay. Unfortunately, he wanted her to stay so he'd have a reason to stay, but they both really wanted to just go home and relax. "I'm okay, are you okay?" Her eyes went to him. "I just... I meant what I said about your hair though." Her eyes were on him, and she shook her head a little bit. "Please..." Becca REALLY hated his hair like that.

He wanted her to stay, he wanted her by his side and to have her there because he wanted to spend the evening with her. He really hated that she'd leave because of him if she did too. "I...I am." he said nodding, hoping she was being honest, and wasn't going to leave and feel miserable because of what he'd done. He sighed and looked down. He liked the hair for once! "What don't you like about it?" he asked softly looking back at her.

Nodding when he said he was, she looked around the room again and only looked back when he asked what she didn't like about his hair. Swallowing hard, Becca just looked Gid directly in the eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally closing her mouth and giving up, she looked out across the room again, shaking her head a little bit.