Rex get his food.

Grabbing a little bit of this and a little bit of that and putting it onto her plate, Mia looked the table over one more time before backing away from the table slowly.

She had only managed a few steps when she bumped into someone. "Oh gosh I am sorry. I hope I didn't get any food on your outfit."

Who was he dressed as?

Alone again. Great. Heather walked over towards the food table and looked at every delectable item ranging from pies to butterbeer. she decided to get a plate and pile it with every single food she found delicious to look at or to taste.

" no do not worry about getting food or not food on me" Rex laughed. " I do the same thing myself" Rex laughed harder. " I have seen you in class and I can't remember yoru name" Rex told her. " My name is Rex Trigwell" he re- introduced himself to her. " Now my costume is Fred Astaire with all these tails on my tuxedo" Rex explained to her. "Do you dance?" Rex asked her.

"Oh well that's a relief." Mia repositioned her plate so that she wouldn't drop it onto the floor. She picked up a stick of carrot and began to munch on it. "Mia." She replied after swallowing the carrot. "It's nice to meet you Rex."

Fred Astaire?

Oh yes she remembered who that was. "He used to be a movie star right? Like from years ago." At his question, Mia smiled and shook her head. "No I don't dance. Two left feet I'm afraid. I take it that you do, that's why you are dressed like good old Freddy?"

Truce it was then. An unsaid promise to enjoy the rest of the evening, and to not mention blame or guilt or such. To try to ignore the thing hanging between them, on what would probably be the only evening they could. They would soon be sitting NEWTs, and Nia was decidedly anti-sociable when she had hard studying to do, so that wouldn't be too odd. But once school was over, he'd being seeing Emmalee a lot more. It'd be hard to face that for a while, quite possibly. She wasn't sure. But she'd hopefully have a distraction too. Quidditch. And that might be enough.

She lifted her hand to her face, letting her fingers brush back the hair that had fallen into her eyes and tucking it behind her ear.

"I think my heart is just confused..." Nia murmured. She wasn't trying to break the truce. It did feel that way though. It'd happened too quickly. Though maybe it had equally happened too slowly. Barely noticable til the very last second.

His promise made her finally offer him a small smile. "Thank you." Then her lips curled with amusement. Was he slipping back into character? Or just trying to break the awkwardness? Whatever, he'd caught her in his game. The angel swished, her wings fluttering behind her. "So I have. Maybe I should give a little bit back..."

"Too true," she said with a light chuckle. An odd sound, all things considered. Though he was talking to a 'Claw. And Nia's 'procrastination' probably ended up with some sort of reading, even if it wasn't strictly relevant. That or Quidditch. "That should be another banned topic. Homework." Because NEWTs were getting close. Too close.

Confused? The young man's hand touched his chest, over the spot where his own heart thudded steadily. Maybe hers was... maybe his was, too.

"It's possible." He shrugged. "I'd not be surprised. It picked me, after all."

That was proof enough that she was probably confused. Confunded, even. That would be terribly convenient, in the end. She'd be able to go back to just being his friend without there being lingering feelings and possible hurt. She'd be embarrassed, for sure, but after it had worn off, any feelings she'd had for him would've faded away too.

Things were never that convenient, though. And he'd still be stuck with the heaviness in his stomach and the knowledge that he had feelings for her.

Give it back? The man in the mask frowned.

"I'd prefer if you didn't, actually," he said softly, leaning forward and closer to her ear again. "I told you. Tonight I'm yours. That means my will is all yours, to do with what you please."

She had to keep it. That was just how things would work. He'd be her Raiden Puppet, and she could pull his strings how she chose.

"Right. No discussing homework. That sounds like a right brilliant suggestion, actually." Considering he'd been behind in things, in his own mind, for weeks. Failure of a prefect. "No discussing assignments at all, then."

She watched him touched his chest. Was his heart pounding inside? Hers sure was. It had been for a while.

"And what's wrong with it deciding to pick you? I mean, apart from the obvious." That he was taken. Wasn't she the one that was meant to have the lacking in confidence? She had been proud to have him as her date tonight - even if he remained anonymous to the others in the room. He probably could have had the pick of the girls if he'd wanted. Cute, a gentleman, Triwizard Champion, Slytherin Prefect. Did he think that he would be a bad catch?

Not that it helped her understand what she was feeling for him. It was like a dream, lost in the moment. Lost in his eyes. Unsure. Confused.

"I'll make sure to look after it well," she replied, whispering into his ear. "I'll keep it safe, ready to return to you after my time is up." She rested her hands on his shoulders. "Until then though, I think it's high time we had a bit more fun." She took a deep breathe, and smiled. If they were ignored it, then they might as well do it properly. And go back to her earlier wishes.

Dancing had to happen soon.

She shook her head. Even thinking about the pile of books she'd left in the Common Room was none too pleasant. Despite her ability to learn and do well, she never let herself sit back. Not round exams. "What might be your conversation topic of choice? Or might you fancy escorting me to the dancefloor?"

Eirian strutted up to the food table - in her boots, it was all she could do to stay up at all - and stared at the stuff that was spread out there. None of it was too appetizing, but then again, it didn't matter... She'd probably pop right out of her dress if she ate anything. Sufficing for a drink, she walked over to the selection and poured herself some punch, hoping it wasn't spiked with Squirt. Oi... Why did dances never turn out as well as she wanted them to?

Jayce bounded towards the food tables, hyper from having some candy he found in the pockets of the current, yet quite old and worm pear of jeans he was wearing along with his costume. He tucked at his elephant ears, and picked up a random piece of pizza off of the table, when he actually decided to take notice of the things AND people around him. He immediately recognized a very familiar head of hair. With a mischievous, candy empowered grin upon his face, the boy tapped her shoulder, and ducked down, just now starting to really taking notice of her costume.

Eirian turned around fully to face the person who had tapped her shoulder for attention. It was then that she noticed a pair of elephant ears at her waist level. Looking down, she saw a familiar head of too-beautiful-to-be-normal-guy's-hair and laughed. Now, why was Jay down there? For Merlin's sake, he went lower than her costume... Thank God for boots. "Ola, meu filho," she greeted, tapping on his head playfully. "My face is up here, Jay-Jay, but if you want to hold a conversation with my boots, then fine. Stay down there."