You know, the woman seemed to have good taste in food, because whatever she was eating smelled just...delicious! Did the House elves make that? Whatever it was?

"Scholastic, yes" but that was all he said, as far as Saylen was concerned it could only mean that he'll be talking about Nifflers, as far as Treyen was concerned, however, it could also involve a certain Dugbog...but back to the present, the boy nodded, yes, he knew where to find her, it's not like he had no idea where her office was. And then he frowned, "Trouble? I don't get in trouble" he runs away from it, and he was about to mention something else when the 'costume' part was brought up, "Thank you, Professor...I'm dressed as Professor Kingsley, as you can probably tell" his tone was the nicest one since he'd gotten a compliment, or so he thought, but he was still keeping in mind this was the evil Saylen he was talking to.

It was sort of itchy, the ruffles part, but..."At least I know I won't get eaten by a hungry creature" he didn't mean to say that out loud, but did anyway, which is why he sort of blushed, "I mean...yours is a nice costume too" IF you were wanting to attract monkeys or whatever.

There was a little voice in his head that said 'Get away' 'Run' and even 'Fake death', but he paid no attention to that. "Where did you get that, Professor?" and a hand was almost touching the food she was eating. Almost, but it wasn't really that close.

Hm. The boy looked as sneaky as ever. Maya didn't trust the boy... Like the part when he said he didn't get into trouble. She could hardly believe that comment. As if. Swallowing whatever food she had left in her mouth, she proceeded to dab her mouth. Because, sure, she was almost attacking the food, but you still had to have some manners and grace in this moment. Hehe. Oh... "Professor Kingsley?" Blink blink blink. A smile curled up her lips ever so slowly, but she soon couldn't help the escape of a chortle that turned into a moment of laughter. "That is quite exellent." Wether the boy was making fun of the Professor or not, the Mexicana didn't care at that moment, because it was a great costume.

What was he talking about, getting eaten? He meant the fruit bowl atop her head. Smirk. "It really wouldn't matter what you wear. If there's a hungry animal, you are the food." So displaying food on yourself or not didn't really matter. She totally ignored his 'compliment'. It was odd though, somehow Maya felt rather jovial this evening. =D

...that is, if everything went allright and no. one. stole. her. food.
Did Maya ever tell she was awesome at slapping hands away? She was. "This, is food." Ready for a handslapping-away if needed be! "The food table is over there." Pointing towards the table. "You can't miss it." You really cannot! "Be careful not to spill it on your shirt, or some random creature might jump on you and want to eat your...well you." Yeah, how does that feel?

"You should really try these tortillas. Wonderful." Nod nod.

Siiiiiigh. Did she not know who Kingsley was?! "Yes, the Transfiguration Professor" the awesome one who helped students. Tsk. But, yes, it was excellent, that's why he nodded and a small smile crept onto his face. Ooooh, a small genuine smile? In front of Saylen? Uh-oh, perhaps she'd think he was up to something.

Ah, but she was somewhat mistaken there, "But it would definitely eat you first, what with the fruits and all" eyes widening ever so slightly, "If you were standing next to someone else, that is...in this whole hypothetical situation, Professor" yes, he nodded, and he didn't have to worry if any fruit fell off when he did so. Win!

Frown. Of course he knew it was food. He wasn't that stupid. And lookit! She was treating him like he had no idea what food was nor where to get it! Oh. "I know" and there was almost a glare. He wasn't asking for a piece of whatever was on her plate, he wanted one for himself. And he will get it himself, thank you. "Oh, you'll have to be careful, too, Professor...we wouldn't want to be left without a Care of Magical Creatures one" he nodded, and was very serious about that.

"That's what they're called then? Tortillas?" he said, pointing at the plate again.

Huh? Yes...she knew who Kingsley was. Was the boy messing with her? Hm. He was smiling now... so maybe he was. Meh, any punishment he might need could wait until the festivities were over, si.

No no, the boy was making no sense. "Why would it eat me first. You are as much food like the delicioso fruit I have on my head. I hardly think the creature would know the difference between an apple and you." Wait, was she calling him delicious? O____________o No! Ugh, see, this is why jovial times made her say odd things without thinking. "Hypotetical, ofcourse." Pfffffft, sure, hehe.

Ah he seemed angered that she wouldn't share her food?
Bah, "Your concern is touching, Mister Lockhart." Sarcassssm.Yeah, something else she didn't believe. But the Mexicana smirked and put the last bit of tortilla in her mouth, savoured it and swallowed. Delicious.

Man, she'd need to educate them in food. "Yes. Tortilla." Her spanish rolled off her tounge. "Don't point, it's rude. Put the tortilla on the plate," and so she did, "add whatever tickles your fancy," chickensalladbeanstomatoesolivesandsomechili<3, "fold the bottom and roll from the sides and you have yourself a piece of heaven." I bet they didn't teach thim that.

Blink.

Whaaaat?! Of course the creature would know how to difference him from an apple! Though, if he considered that Saylen was to feed him to an Acromantula, then it was clear that she wasn't getting eaten, because she was offering him up as dinner...or breakfast...or lunch...or dessert...or...yeah.

Siiiiiiigh. This was getting nowhere. "It's hypothetical, lots of things could go wrong, but you were the one who attracted the creature in the first place, since perhaps it doesn't eat humans" now this was getting beyond hypothetical, "But, well, never mind, it's not happening, so...all good" riiiiiiiight? It is NOT happening, right Saylen? No one's getting eaten by anything, riiiight?

Good.

Haha. Concern, right, his concern was that they were probably not going to find a replacement soon, but he failed to say that. This time he listened to the little voice and only smiled.

"TortiLLA" hahaha, it sounded so funny! Especially when he pronounced it just like her! But he paid attention to what she said, "Even chocolate?" well, because that could happen, no? "Thanks Professor! I'll go and find one of those, tortillas for myself" he nodded, and then the boy turned to walk away, he was getting one of those things because...maaan, he was hungry NOW.

But no one knew if he was to come back or not.

Dressing up in a costume was NOT on the agenda he received prior to leaving Durmstrang for Hogwarts. Thus Zitnik purposely wore his best crimson robes trimmed in black fur with silver fastenings and kept his customary scowl of disapproval on his face. Everything about his demeanor was as cold as the ice sculpture located at the food table.

His place was at the Staff Table with the other professors and he seated himself near the agreeable Hecate Lefay. "Good evening, Professor," he said respectfully to the Head of Slytherin House.

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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.

Constantine raised his eyebrows at the hint of sarcasm in the CoMC professor's voice. "This coming from the woman with a bowl of fruit on her head. Charming." Pfft, and Treyen had gone to talk to herr? Booooo.

Preston felt inordinately uncomfortable. A costume ball. Of all the ludicrous things...

In any event, Preston had done as asked. A 'costume.' Indistinguishable from a muggle on the street, or some of his more lax colleagues, he made his way to the staff table, raising an eyebrow at the young Mister Lockhart's attire of choice.

Lexi...

She supposed she had to greet her. "Professor Carlton..." she said remaining professional.

She turned to Neo and smirked. "Let me guess... groundskeeper?" She said and smiled. "I still have your coat..."

"Ahh... so it's Head of House..." She added.

Good riddance to those two... At least she now knew Davina was dressed as a boy.

"Headmaster," She said looking over his costume... "You're... a muggle professor?" She asked unsure of the costume...

"Yes. It was. You look positively... Slytherin." She smirked. "Wait! I know your character... my first husband had these booklets with characters such as yourself..."

She turned and saw Risu... what was he supposed to be? "Risu..." she said cautiously.

She cringed a little at the professor's sarcasm towards Neo... It was alright for Hecate to poke fun at him... but not someone else... "Evening," She replied curtly.

"Ah, Headmaster Zitnik, it is certainly a pleasure to have you at the staff table..." She said, her voice softer than usually... "Your students were indeed very good during their tasks... Pity none of them made it to the final task." She smirked...

She smirked at his reply. Witty actually.

What was he supposedly dressed as... "Oh! I've heard of this... Barney?" though didn't dinosaurs have tails? Maybe purple ones didn't... "You have to admit, Master Lockhart's costume is flattering."

Someone at least had noticed him, even if she seemed rather perplexed by Risu's choice of costume. He had to admit it was very metaphysical. "Hello, hello," he called cheerfully along the table, past his elaborately and imaginatively dressed-up colleagues.

A large jug of pumpkin juice was soon located, and Risu poured himself a goblet. He took a sip and then, drumming his fingers on the table, looked around, trying to figure out what he was in the mood for.

The food tables certainly looked inviting, beckoning in many seductive shapes and smells. He was certainly hungry.
But what about the dance floor? That beckoned too, more in shapes than smells, but Risu was definitely up to a little twirl with one of his colleagues. Maybe even Hecate if she promised not to bite his head off.

Maya's lips twitched as the Hectate greeted her back, though the odd vibes she was emitting didn't make the Mexicana want to bother her more than a 'hello'.

She stopped doing whatever it was she was doing and looked at Treyen with a slightly raised eyebrow. This hypotetical stuff was starting to make her confused. What was the boy talking about now? What was Maya talking about? Sigh.

Even chocolate? Heh, much to learn indeed. "You'd be amazed the different foods that go well together. Add some chocolate to chili." Delicious. Add chili to anything, really.

Ah, he was going. "Hasta luego, Mister Lockhart." She nodded and took a large sip from her goblet.

Maya had to smirk at his comment. "Yes?" Oh, 'sorry', had he actually finished talking? "I thought you would come as part of a wall or something..." He seemed to want to blend into one the last time she saw him. Atleast he'd could have put on something that made him look like wall paper.

"Alright Risu," she said turning her whole body in his direction. "I give, what are you supposed to be?" She asked.

So, it HAD been Davina. And why exactly had she dressed up as a boy?! Oh, well, she was a little strange. And annoying sometimes. Which reminded him, he had to talk to her some time later. Later...very much later. No need to feel irritated all over again now.

Slytherin? "Oh, yeah. Just for you Hecate." Jeremy teased light-heartedly at her Slytherin comment before raising his eyebrows at her in surprise. "Oh, wow, really? My brother and I just adored-" Adore, really. "-them." Why was everybody married? Or used to be anyhow.

Talking of whom, Jeremy's hazel eyes flickered back over to where Fletcher and Kimber were dancing and an amused smile started tugging at the corner of his lips. "You think we should save her?" He asked Hecate without glancing back at her, which was how he missed her not even paying attention but rather talking to the Astronomy Professor.

So it was about the costume! See, it was that clever he even had to explain it to a professor... Something like that, at any rate. Risu tugged on the seam lines of his robes. "I'm going inside out," he explained. "Only less, er, visceral, you could say."

Killer (that was another good one, he thought offhandedly) line thus delivered, he gave it a second or two so that his rapier wit - and his wit rapier - could sink in. He grinned widely, thoroughly enjoying the feast already even though he had only arrived a few minutes ago. "Actually, I just didn't really have anything to prepare, or any time to prepare anything in, so I just did the first thing I could think of." He shrugged and grabbed his goblet. "Perhaps I should add an upside-down hat? What do you think?"

Risu glanced past Hecate. "Oh, good evening, Professor Zookara, how are you doing?"

He tore his eyes away from Kimber and Fletcher upon hearing somebody addressing him and turned to glance at whoever was talking to him. The Astronomy Professor. What was his name again? Something with A. Nevermind. "Good evening to you too, Professor. But please call me Jeremy." He leaned over Hecate slightly towards the other man with a small smile.

Hang on, what was he dressed as?

Just for her? Oh dear... She blushed against her will. "Uhmmm. No... she's all right. Plus, if you save her, he's just going to come ask me to dance with him..." She said...

"Oh... Inverse man" She said with a smile. "Clever." She said, "Quite cleaver." Suddely some noise from the food table distracted her. "Excuse me..." She stood and went to the food table.

Err. He hadn't been completely serious obviously, though, Hecate apparently thought he had been. Oh well. Who was he to point her mistake out? It was good for her ego and all. Though, the redness of her cheeks would have made her better suited for Gryffindor HoH. He refrained from voicing his thoughts, however. Obviously.

"You think?" Jeremy mused, his eyes still on Kimber and Fletcher dancing, before letting them drift back to Hecate. "You're probably right." Upon watching Hecate get up and make her way over to the Food Table, he couldn't help but chuckle at what he saw. A food fight. Right there. Heh.

"Children..." She said making her way back... She shook her head.

Preston turned to face the woman, his eyebrow twitching slightly at her costume, finding it less than appropriate for a function with children...

"Barney?" He looked down at his clothing - mercifully gathered and shipped by his sister - and back at the woman, having no idea what she was referring to.

"I must say, given the tournament's final creature, your costume is at least thematically appropriate..." while maybe not tastefully so.

And since he's spotted the man from the Food table, Treyen decided to come over, mostly because of Kingsley's costume, and to also see if he knew who he was dressed as. Because that would be the best of the evening, if he guessed who he was.

If not, then it would be a nice experiment to see what he thinks.

"Professor Kingsley!" the boy exclaimed, tortilla at hand, because Saylen had made him want to eat that. Pffft. Women. "Are you...dressed as a muggle, Sir?" he asked, eying the clothes once more. Truth be told he was expecting Kingsley to go as himself.

Somehow, Arya's careless wondering had lead her over to the staff table. Hm. Well, she had wanted to see how the lot of them looked in costumes. Spooning the chocolate pudding into her mouth, she sent small closed lipped smiles to each professor as she curiously glanced at their costumes.

They looked amusing...and slightly entertaining.

Her bright browns settled on Kingsley, and his no ruffles costume. Nooo ruffles? She had never seen him without them. Not even over the summer when it was hot out. It was weird. A good weird though.

"I like your costume, professor." Her head nodded to add emphasis to her words. More pudding going into her mouth as her eyes flicked between Treyen and the professor.

It was like a....role switch or something.

"Thank you, Preston," She said nodding. "Gorgons are some of my favorite mythical creatures..." She told him. "So are you pleased with the Tournament?" She asked him.

Preston turned to see the Lockhart boy return to the table. Looking down at his own clothes, he sighed and nodded. "I was instructed that this was a costume ball. Wearing my own clothes was inappropriate, so I thought this the least... offensive option."

He shook his head slightly before looking up again. He felt out of sorts in these clothes.

But he turned his attention to the boy's costume. Raising an eyebrow, he smirked. "I certainly hope your imitation is a sign of flattery, Mister Lockhart and not one of jest."

He turned. "Ah, well, thank you, I suppose, Miss Lovegoods." He looked at her costume, slightly puzzled by it. "And you are...?"

He returned his attention, then, to Professor Lafay. "Pleased is an interesting word to use, Professor," he said swiftly. "I am of course pleased that all the competitors survived and emerged mostly unmaimed."

He took a steady breath. "I am not, however, pleased that they were subjected to such dangerous tasks. I wouldn't put full grown wizards against a cockatrice unless they were highly skilled and trained, let alone children."

Tournament opinions? He had them.

Whaaat? Inappropriate? Of course not! It would've been awesome if he'd come as himself, that way Arya could make proper comparisons. "Well, you're not the only one, Professor" he said, while his eyes looked over to the Headmaster. He looked muggle, but Treyen had absolutely no idea what he was trying to represent.

As for Professor Kingsley, he was only representing himself, as a muggle. And you know what? The Hufflepuff boy was missing the man's normal clothes. Sigh.

Anyway...Arya had made her way to the table, he couldn't help but look at her rather briefly. Their wish that both Kingsley and Treyen had been dressed pretty much the same didn't come true. But, hey! At least the Professor knew what Treyen's costume was!

AWE-some.

The little Huffie boy almost dropped the tortilla when Kingsley spoke again. Noooo, no, no. If he'd heard what he said to Arya, then he wouldn't be saying so. Actually, it was neither sign, "Neither, Sir, I mean...it leans more to flattery, I ain't under any circumstance taking this as a joke..." right, and what exactly does 'costume' means? "I chose you for...unique, Sir, your sense of fashion is unique" and because Kingsley was his second favorite Professor, the one who happened to dressed with ruffles. The only fun in dressing up as Nolan would be the glasses.And there was no way he'll be dressing as Lafay. So, there! See how easy it had been to choose a costume?

Arya spooned more pudding into her mouth, pondering the meaning of his 'suppose'. It could hold many reasons, really. Though, she figured that he just wasn't as comfortable in a simple shirt in jeans as he was in his ruffles.

Her eyes flicked over to Treyen again. Nah. She couldn't have done it, look more uncomfortable than her friend let on.

"A hobbit," she stated simply as if it were common knowledge. In her opinion, everyone should know what a hobbit was. Everyone. She glanced down at the white tree on her chest. This wasn't normal hobbit attire. "I'm off to defend Gondor." Head nod.

Yup. Total clarification that was.

Listening to Treyen explain why he chose to dress as the professor, looking slightly amused even though she already knew the real reason, she spoon a little more pudding into her mouth. Another nod in Kingsley direction to back up the smaller Puff's words.