Hecate sat at the staff table, munching on some candy... She looked at the students and drummed her fingers on the table.

Kimber sat down beside Hecate with an uncharcasteric smile upon her face. There was just something about dressing up in costume that did it for her. "Good evening, Hecate," she said, pulling her forward so that she could STOP sitting on it. "Your costume suits you." *smirk*

She smirked at Kimber's words, though spoke without looking at her... "I'm not sure if that's a complement..." she looked up to meet her eyes, "... or an insult." She said. She wasn't asking of course. She couldn't care less. "You're costume is..." a bit much... "intricate... I hear you will be matching our Winning Champion..." She said not looking to see if Fletcher was in the room.

Fletcher – KING Fletcher to you, that is – entered the costume ball with his lady on his arm. But after seating her at the champion table which we will RP eventually the Hufflepuff had spotted an opportunity he could not pass up. And so he had excused himself from Champion Table and sought out his other lady.

"Ladies," he called out genially, making his way through the crowd to stop in front of the staff table. "Or should I say, Madam Medusa," Fletcher nodded toward Professor Lafay, "and Queen... Donovan?"

He bowed deeply, sweeping out the rich, royal blue velvet cape he had acquired for his shoulders. "Madam," the boy resumed his royal posture and his dark eyes danced with merriment as he addressed the librarian, "it seems we are destined to have this dance. May I?"

Fletcher extended a hand toward Queen Kimber Donovan. "Fret not," he added toward the potions mistress who was probably seething with jealousy right now, "you may have the next song."

Kimber gave the Potions Mistress a nasty smile and said, "You know I'm not one to flatter you." In other words, had to be an insult she'd given.

"Oh really?" she mused, looking for her costume twin amongst the crowd.
And then there he was. "Well speak of the sun and you see it's rays, hey Hecate?" she said, giving her a playful elbow to the ribs.

Grinning widely, Kimber stood and curtsied. "Good evening, kind sir," she said, playing the part. She stepped gracefully, making her way around her chair off the dais. "Then let it be fate," she professed, taking his hand with a regal nod of her head.

... Whatever. She wasn't going to figure Kimber Donovan out now...

Fletcher came over... and asked the queen to dance. Good.

Wait? Fret not?

Oh Merlin... Why didn't she bring an itching potion? That would have been quite a laugh...

Di felt good, today. Really, really good. Even the fact that the first [and only] person she saw at the staff table, as she stepped up to it, happened to be the Potions Mistress did nothing to dampen her spirits.

Let bygones be bygones and all that stuff?

"Good evening, Professor Lafay," she said mildly as she sat down, a pretty smile playing around her lips. "You look lovely."

"Professor Markovic..." She said and nodded. What did she want now?

"Davina," Di corrected. Or Di, but the Runes professor doubted she and Professor Lafay would ever get that chummy.

"You are... Medusa?"

"Tonight anyway..." she said and looked at the Runes Professor. "What are you supposed to be? An auror?" she asked, was it something muggle? The hair was short... why? She looked like a boy.

Tonight? Di had heard the Potions Mistress's gaze could turn students to stone, anytime. But she didn't say that out loud.

Of course.

"No, Cloud," Di said, and then realized how odd that sounded. Like a cloud-in-the-sky. "That's the name of a character in a muggle..." Film. But Professor Lafay might not get that. "Story."

She glanced at the dance floor. "There are some pretty creative costumes out there," she said mildly.

Should she attend? Should she just stay away?

... Should she attend? Should she just stay away?

... *sigh* At the last minute, Lexi had decided against staying in her quarters all night and opted to attend the ball after all. She'd put her black cat costume together at the last minute, but it had turned out alright. She liked it, at least. She didn't really feel much like partying, but she kept telling herself that this was for the champions, and she needed to be here to support them.

Walking up to the staff table, she spied a few of her coworkers. Of course Hecate was there, and although Lexi had so many things she wanted to say to her, she just cast them all aside for the time being and politely greeted everyone. "Hello," she said, glancing from person to person to person as she took a seat.

Constantine plopped down into his seat, very much costume-less. Costumes were lame. Unless it was Jadyn, then they were very much cute. He, however, wouldn't be caught dead wearing some silly costume.

Arms crossed, he leaned back in his seat and watched the crowd.

Yes, he'd said he was never EVER speaking to Mr. Masterson again. But, he still needed to say thanks, and...he just loved the man's costume, very original, coming down as a Head of House. Ha.

Plus, there were lots of people watching, that meant...not being turned into a Niffler. Perfect!

Treyen walked over to the Staff Table looking very much like a younger version of Preston Kingsley, you know, the Transfiguration fellow...the ruffles were the worst, honestly, he had no idea how Kingsley could spend a whole day in his clothes.

"Evening, Professors" he nodded, very politely at the ones sitting down, and then his eyes fell on the one he was looking for.

Trying to de-puff the tie in his neck (because it was not as easy to talk having something hugging your neck), the boy looked up, "Mr. Masterson, I never thanked you for the book, it was of great help, Sir" he said, and did a little bow. Haha. He was still in character.

Treyen only wondered if Kingsley was going to come as himself or...choose something else.

"So, thank you" yes, a nod, and then a smile, "It was clever of you to figure out your outfit for this ball, Sir" he started to say, "Coming as a Head of House is certainly great" and yes, Treyen knew Mr. Masterson was not wearing any sort of costume.

Di had risen to her feet, deciding to go to the dance floor and have some fun [the Cloud!costume made her feel like she just had to have some fun. Guys - or lady professors dressed up as guys - have fun, right?] when the Charms Professor stepped up to the table and greeted all of them.

IDEA!

"Professor Carlton," Di said, stopping in front of the said professor and sweeping into a [totally manly, yo!] bow. "May I have this dance?"

What? Di was a cool!guy tonight!

Hmm, was that a...cow costume...she saw? Lexi narrowed her eyes and studied the black and white blob across the room and by the food table. As the costume came into focus, she saw that yes, someone had indeed come to the ball dressed as a cow! Had Lexi not been in such a weird mood, she'd have laughed lightheartedly at the sight.

Hearing her name, she pulled attention away from the cow and toward...Di! Or, Di dressed up as a guy, that is. Seeing that costume and hearing Di's offer to dance brightened Lexi's mood a little. "Dance? Oh, sure!" she said. The beat of the song made her feel like getting up and dancing anyway. It was catchy and upbeat and helped put her in a better mood. "Thanks for asking!"

She pushed her chair back and stood up, executing a little dance move as she did so. When her chair was pushed back under the table, she headed out to the dance floor, the beat causing her to dance the entire way.

Merlin, the night was young and Tate was already tired. He slid into his seat and made eyes at the food table. WHY HADN'T HE STOPPED THERE FIRST? Double sigh. Triple sigh.

"Ladies. Neo." He shoved the glasses frames up his nose. DID YOU NOTICE HIS CLEVER COSTUME? He was a Ravenclaw, of course. Hehe.

"Headmaster," Di said cheerfully. "You look..." Blue? Like you aren't in a costume? Though the outfit did look Ravenclaw-y.

Err?

"... nice."

w00t. "The pleasure is all mine, madame," Di said, in an attempt [that, incidentally, failed spectacularly] at sounding all manly. Sure, she looked like a guy but she couldn't get herself to sound like one. Maybe Lexi knew a charm to fix that for tonight?

Hehe.

...

Off to the dance floor, then!

Yes, he had long debated with himself whether or not to come to this ball but in the end had decided that it was probably a good distraction. And he had been totally right. Pretty costumes everywhere which automatically caused a rather excited grin to form on his lips. He was life was good after all. It was just hard to forget about his 'old' one sometimes. And certain stuff he didn't WANT to forget.

Jeremy wished Cooper could see him now in his outfit. We would probably have chuckled himself to death by now, though, at the same would have found it absolutely incredible. Heh. Approaching the Staff Seating his eyes fell on a couple leaving it just then, apparently off to the dance floor. Hang on...Squiiint. "Was that Davina?" He asked no one in particular while taking a seat next to Hecate, still staring after the two blondes, one of whom had definitely been Carlton.

Pulling his attention away from the two, Jeremy let his hazel eyes scan the dance floor for a moment and was just about to have them return to the table when...was that Kimber and Fletcher?! Cue amused grin. Hehe.

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Yes, he'd said he was never EVER speaking to Mr. Masterson again. But, he still needed to say thanks, and...he just loved the man's costume, very original, coming down as a Head of House. Ha.

Plus, there were lots of people watching, that meant...not being turned into a Niffler. Perfect!

Treyen walked over to the Staff Table looking very much like a younger version of Preston Kingsley, you know, the Transfiguration fellow...the ruffles were the worst, honestly, he had no idea how Kingsley could spend a whole day in his clothes.

"Evening, Professors" he nodded, very politely at the ones sitting down, and then his eyes fell on the one he was looking for.



Trying to de-puff the tie in his neck (because it was not as easy to talk having something hugging your neck), the boy looked up, "Mr. Masterson, I never thanked you for the book, it was of great help, Sir" he said, and did a little bow. Haha. He was still in character.

Treyen only wondered if Kingsley was going to come as himself or...choose something else.

"So, thank you" yes, a nod, and then a smile, "It was clever of you to figure out your outfit for this ball, Sir" he started to say, "Coming as a Head of House is certainly great" and yes, Treyen knew Mr. Masterson was not wearing any sort of costume.

Constantine looked up as Treyen approached the table wearing his...well...what WAS he wearing? Masterson eyed the puff around the kid's neck. "You're very welcome. I"m glad to hear that it was use for you," he smiled, faltering a little when the kid bowed. Weirdo.

"You're amusing, Treyen," he chuckled. "I'm glad you were able to figure out what I am."

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Merlin, the night was young and Tate was already tired. He slid into his seat and made eyes at the food table. WHY HADN'T HE STOPPED THERE FIRST? Double sigh. Triple sigh.

"Ladies. Neo." He shoved the glasses frames up his nose. DID YOU NOTICE HIS CLEVER COSTUME? He was a Ravenclaw, of course. Hehe.

"Tate." He paused. Did this need any more conversation?

Risu slipped into the Hall nearly unnoticed. A barrage of colourful costumes came at him from every direction. Students and foreign guests mingled freely, almost all were dressed up in an elaborate fashion. If a fire broke out, only a handful of people would be able to escape, he guessed.

His own costume was rather nondescript Not, in fact, a costume as such. His wardrobe was nothing to get excited about in any case, and it certainly did not include anything fancier than a set of dress robes. So Risu had been forced to... improvise. He did so in his characteristic way.

He'd turned his clothes inside out. Tags were flapping when he moved, and seam lines were clearly visible. Risu actually liked the effect - he was pretty sure he was already known for his fairly casual approach to, well, pretty much everything, so an impromptu costume such as this did fit.
Nodding cheerfully at his colleagues, he sat down at the end of the table where a seat was available, and glanced around for something to drink. He flapped an arm of his robes absent-mindedly, and futilely, to dislodge the white washing instructions label at the end.

Yes, off to the table with her heavy plate. No need to stand up and eat, like a cow. Heh, her mother used to say that.

She strode up to her seat and placed the plate on the table before maneouvering her flower-fruitbowl on her head to not fall off as she sat down. Gracefully. Indeed. Hehehe.

"Good evening." She smiled a little and nodded at the Professors already at the table. Noticing Neo, however, she had to stare. What was he dressed up as? "Nice costume." Sarcasm ofcourse. But as she scooped up some fried beans onto her tortilla, and then savoured the almighty awesomeness that was Mexican food...


Oh, she'd better not be interrupted by a student. Hehe.

Honestly, if Kingsley ever came, then he'd have to ask him how does he manage to keep his clothes on all day, because this was not comfortable. Certainly not. He should've come as a Quidditch player for sure. Now, that was comfortable. Ha.

The boy smiled, more out of the relief that Mr. Masterson seemed not to be considering to turn him into a Niffler than anything else. Trust him to never ask the man for any sort of help.

Haha! The Groundskeeper was the amusing one. Not Treyen. Because coming down as himself was amusing. "We Lockharts are smart people" ALL Lockharts were, "But you were easy to figure out, Sir" yup, another nod.

And, well, maybe Lafay was easy to figure out too, because she was Medusa, was she not? And...Headmaster Tate...er, yeah, that ought to be something muggle-ish. Treyen had no idea.

But then he eyed something move next to them, and it had a lot of fruits. He couldn't help but look that way, and when he noticed who it was he looked back at his Head of House. "Well, Sir, hope you have a good evening" and he started to walk away...away from Saylen...or...maybe not?

The little Preston Kingsley straightened his jacket and moved to the side, "Bon appetite, Professor!" he said, leaning a bit towards Saylen, the boy's face get closer to her food, "I have something scholastic to discuss with you..." he said, while shrugging as if it was no big deal, "...tomorrow, yes?" he asked, because he didn't want to get into such things at Fletcher's party.

So, after this delicious food, Maya was definitely in the mood to eat a fruit... Thankfully - no not really, because she was smart enough to make a hat out of fruits - she wouldn't need to wait too long to snack on natural sugar. A red apple would be perfect.

Indeed. Oh, how I missed you tortilas. Savoury thin corn pancake...thingies. No wheat here, nuh-huh. Because REAL tortillas were made of awesome CORN-

The Mexicana had just shoved a...something in her mouth (she wasn't paying attention but whatever it was, it was DeLISH), when...the Lockhart boy decided to visit. Hm.
What- What is he doing?? Crinkling her nose, Maya grabbed her plate to get it AWAY from the boy's nose. If he wanted tortillas he'd have to get them himself.

Swallow.
"Scholastic?" Was this about the Niffler thing? Heh. "Very well, Mister Lockhart - tomorrow. You know where to find me." You bet he did. "Please don't get into trouble until then, I shall be looking forward to your visit." Smirk. She took a moment to scan his attire...he reminded her of someone. "Nice costume."