Wouldn’tve been funny that if Tenacius got a little heavy handed on the hair dye, he might've turned into the Joker? Would certainly be an interesting slant to this conversation.

"--But wont be for long I bet." he added to the boy's statement at the end, and did the classic Joker laugh. Boy knows his comics mmhm.

And see, maybe he should've come as the Joker, but with the theme of the event and Tenacius just couldn’t resist this old classic "I'm Beetlejuice!" he replied then splayed his arms open as he uttered the famous line "Its Showtime!" he chuckled and added "Granted, I don’t look as filthy as Beetlejuice should, ran out of make-up see?" he didn’t even have enough to cover his ears with "… so this is my take on Beetlejuice cleaning up and attending fashion week." because no matter his efforts of trying to conjure a stripy suit, the flowers remained and well he just left it as it was.

Now that her make-up was complete she needed food. All the prepping that had gone into this party meant she might've skipped out on a meal or two today in order to ensure that everything was perfect. It was okay though. Hady knew exactly what was at the taco making station and was headed directly in that direction. She was pretty sure Frankie would be headed this way really shortly as well.

And it seemed like the food station was a huge hit. Tacos were the best so yeah. Grabbing herself a plate and napkin Hady went about making herself a taco and grabbing herself some Mexican hot cocoa. Not sure how well the two would mix but oh well.

Taking a small step to the side out of the way the Slytherin took a bit of her taco all the while keeping an eye on everything that was going on. Some of the costumes were obvious but a few she hadn't been to sure of, either way it was fun guessing. With all the paint her costume had needed, the dress and the fact that she had charmed her hair red she wasn't even sure if anyone would know it was her beside Frankie. Which really she was totally okay with.

"Have you tasted the tacos yet?" Laurel asked Azura as she stepped closer to the tacos a smile pursing her lips. The smell alone was enough to make her hungry and her mouth to water. "Do you like tacos?" Grabbing a plate the blond professor surveyed the options. There were so many things she liked like salad and paprika and mice among other things.

Spotting Jordan in a cowboy getup for the evening Laurel waved and called over "Hello Professor Hernandez. Nice cowboy costume. Did you get inspired by a muggle movie too?" she wondered curiously. It wasn't a bad guess considering that that was how Laurel had gotten her idea for the superwoman costume she was wearing for the night.

Glancing over at Rosalyn she beamed gleefully "Yes, i am since the bad guys are celebrating halloween tonight with tacos just like us. " Her Inner Eye was alert. Laurel had though kept herself from looking into her beloved crystal ball to see if how the night would end. "Is there no blood to drink?" she asked jokingly in reaction to Rosalyn's choice of vampire costume. Nodding Laurel said as she glanced around. "All the crafts, the piñatas and the live band. I don't think we could have thought of something like that, do you?"

Aslan wasn't going any where near the mariachi band. The music sounded too much like the Basso and reminded her too much of home and a billion parties she had been dragged to and made to sit through despite her zero interest and the obvious chagrin of the other Romani kids.

But also, they were a spot too cheerful in their melody for the Gryffindor's taste.

So was the rest of this... Taco'ween, but she'd shown up anyway. Curiosity, and a strangely chivalrous desire to support Brian (who really didn't deserve her support considering their last conversation) had brought her to the event.

Negative much? Yes, yes, she was, but it was hard not to be lately especially if you were an already moody teen girl. She glanced about, not searching for anyone in particular, rather just people watching and making absolutely no attempts to hide it. There was that Azura girl, the one who spoke too much in class and seemed to have a new beau every other week and talking to her was one of their new professors, but Aslan had no idea what she was teaching, in fact, she hardly remembered her name... but the dark hair and large eyes.. That seemed vaguely familiar.

She sipped her drink, deciding the name didn't currently matter and turned her dark eyes to another pair. Sir Nicholas and the-least-creepy Newton on staff were Discussing... Moldy cheese and his death? That was vaguely interesting and Aslan discreetly edged closer in an attempt to better overhear the rest.

Wow, what was UP with that accent.

Maybe Maggie should take her earlier assessment of June as sufficiently cool back. Like, what was UP with that. Was that part of the costume? And what was her costume? Giving her a confused and sliiiiightly disdainful look, Maggie too reached for an olive and put it into her mouth. Whaaaat? There were more confusing words coming out of June's mouth now.

She was clearly missing something here.

The way June was looking at her made Maggie smirk slightly and stand up a little straighter. Clearly someone was appreciating the effort she'd put into her costume. Speaking of, she'd have to find Zeke. "Thank you!" She grinned, once she'd swallowed the olive. "And you are...?" Because honestly, she had NO idea.

Or was this just like a period costume or something?

Kaycee laughed, amused at the accent. Not exactly a pirate one, but a fun one. She approved.

"It's traditional." she replied with a smile. "Day of the Dead paint." So, no, not a zombie. It was fun and something her mom taught her how to do.

She nodded. "Yeah. The food is great." She missed it too. She shook her head. "No. I haven't. Been busy with Prefect stuff." Like patrolling and this event. "What about you?"

Gaston stood leaning against the wall near the taco bar, his left arm hidden behind his back as it often was to hide his burn scar... but this time his arm was behind his back to hide the object in his hand. Those tacos looked good! And he was pleased to see plenty of hot sauce at the bar. This Hogwarts food was a little too blah for his taste! He shook his head. How could he even think about eating at a time like this?!

He helped himself to a glass of punch before returning to his post beside the wall, nervously sipping his drink as his eyes scanned the crowd. His hand tightened around the object behind his back. It was a surprise for Rosalyn to thank her for the kindness she'd shown him, for engaging him in conversation and helping him feel more at ease at the start-of-term feast and for helping him when his cat got loose in the treehouse. Oh Merlin, that had been a disaster!

He finally saw her near the taco bar with Laurel, Jordan, and one of the students. His heart sank. There were too many people around! He couldn't just walk up to her and surprise her with a gift in front of all those people! He couldn't embarrass himself - or worse, embarrass her - like that! What would everyone think of him? What would Rosalyn think of him?

Gaston chuckled to himself. He was able to charm his hair to look more like the character who shared his name, but there was no spell that he knew of to give him the other Gaston's bombastic personality. It was a shame, too; he could really use some of his Disney counterpart's arrogant bravado right now! Oh well, everyone would just have to settle for shy, awkward Gaston Marchand instead...

Well, it's now or never, Gaston thought. taking a deep breath, he approached the group just in time to hear Laurel say something about bad guys. "Bad guys? I hope you didn't mean me," he joked. Did she get it? He was dressed as a Disney villain and all...

He turned to Jordan next, politely inclining his head toward the man in the cowboy costume. "Howdy, pardner," he greeted him, though he failed miserably at doing a convincing American accent. "Nice costume."

Miss Snow's costume got a chuckle out of him. What a crazy coincidence it was that she'd shown up as Belle! "Hello, Belle," he said, flashing her his most winning smile. "Fancy meeting you here!" Surely there was no harm in playing the part just a little, was there?

But the act was gone the moment he looked at Rosalyn. "R-Rosalyn..." he stammered. He nervously reached up to run a hand through his hair but forgot all about the glass in his hand and wound up spilling punch all over his shirt. "I - you- er ..." Let's try that again! "Y-you make a lovely vampire." His grip on the gift behind his back tightened so hard that he was surprised he didn't crush it as his eyes darted from Rosalyn to the other people gathered around and back again. He moved a little closer to her, and his voice dropped as he whispered, "Mi-might I talk to you alone for a moment?"

He grabbed a tortilla and started making his own tacos. Fish taco was his favorite, so he decided to make that one because Jordan saw fish fillets were served, perfect. He grabbed some fish fillets, put some tomatoes and shredded cabbage and added the sauce. Hmmmm.... Those looked delicious and mouth-watering. "Oh hello, Prefect Valentine." The CoMC professor greeted the Ravenclaw prefect, or should he said that she's a.... Okay, he's not really familiar with her costume but pretty sure that she's kind of princess from the animated muggle movie. "Thank you, and you do look.... different in that costume."

Jordan noticed two of his female colleague were there, having a chit-chat with Miss Snow. "Hello, Ladies." He said to them. "Thank you, Rosalyn. Actually this was just my everyday attire." Yeah, the flannel shirt and jeans plus boots. He just added the vest, cowboy hats and sherrif badge. "You do look nice too as a vampire. Can you show me your fangs?" Was he flirting? He's not flirting, just being nice to her. "And Laurel, you make a cute supergirl. I didn't know that you were into superhero stuffs." He said as he took a bite of his fish tacos. "You guys should try fish taco, this is my favorite and I often have this back when I still lived in San Francisco." It's not that everyday they could have tacos, right?

Did someone just greet him with a fake American accent? Oh, that was Gaston. As someone who was born, raised and spent most of his live in the States, Jordan just chuckled. To be honest that he didn't really do good but well, at least he tried. "Howdy, Gaston. You lookin' good." He spoke imitating the Southern American accent, although he had NO IDEA who did he dress up as. Maybe because he didn't watch many muggle movies. "You want some tacos?" And yes, he did notice that the Charms professor wanted to talk to Rosalyn. Cue wiggle brows from him to you, Gaston!

It looked like more people were heading over to enjoy the taco bar. Rosalyn could see Sally from The Nightmare before Christmas and the devil. She smiled at both girls. "Hello, ladies. Wonderful costumes! Are you both enjoying the festivities?" It seemed like everyone was having a blast and Tacowe'en was a hit. One of the girls was Aslan but she couldn't say that she knew which one was Sally. Soon enough she would find out - when the girl responded that is.

Haha! Rosalyn laughed at Laurel's response. Really, there WERE Some bad guys out and about tonight - one of them being the devil. "I guess I count as one of the bad guys though I AM all out of blood." She sighed sadly before grinning. "Guess I need to sustain myself off of tacos instead." She held hers up triumphantly. A little bit of heaven right there. Would taste even better than it looked and it looked AMAZING. Rosalyn just loved tacos and Mexican food in general. Her favourite right there. "I definitely don't think we would have been able to think up this stuff. The mariachi band alone is incredible and I am so going to make myself a sugar skull." That was if she didn't end up spending the entire night stuffing her face with tacos which was a real possibility.

Happily she started digging into her taco though she did stop eating to reply to Jordan. "Well, I still think you could fit in at any saloon in the Wild West." She wondered if he knew how to use a lasso but was distracted by the question when he wanted to see her fangs. Laughing, she put them back in place and bared them at him. Did she seem scary? Probably not but she liked to pretend that she did since she WAS supposed to be a Vampire. Amused, her attention was turned towards Gaston who liked her costume... and was dressed as Gaston. "Well, thank you. Nice costume as well. You look good as your namesake." Even if they didn't have anything in common; that was one of the fun things about Tacowe'en - everyone was playing pretend. Him wanting to talk to her alone was rather unexpected, but she nodded. "Sure." She could wait a bit before continuing to eat her taco.

As a rule, Daxton did not tend to frequent any of the Hogwarts social events, particularly the ones that the prefects put on. This was for a variety of reasons, the most significant of these being:

1. Daxton was not a social individual.
2. Daxton did not go where there tended to be loud noises and an overwhelming amount of food.
3. Daxton neither recognised nor accepted the authority of the school prefects.

But today, he was here at the Hallowe'en event and even dressed for the occasion, sort of, with a pair of angel wings - transfigured from the innards of a pillow by the very person he was in attendance with - to go with his completely white outfit. The outfit itself had been black before it, too, had been magically altered, as Daxton had owned next to no white clothing, and would not waste his money on some ridiculous costume.

The angel costume in question complimented Aslan's perfectly, and Daxton thought it was also quite the accurate exercise in sarcasm; these were the only reasons he had come dressed up.

Aslan herself was the reason Daxton was in attendance at all, despite loathing Hallowe'en. Of course, had he known that Aslan had come to support Brian Woods, of all people, he... may still have come. Because Aslan. Because Aslan was here, and Daxton wanted to be where Aslan was, and sometimes that meant risking the hordes of Hogwarts.

He stood close to her, feeling quite uncomfortable with the settings, the impassive look on his features incongruent with his intense feelings of displeasure which were partly due to his proximity to the food - the smell was making him feel ill, and the sheer amount of people in attendance was not helping him feel any less overwhelmed. It was too loud, and everyone was far too happy. He saw no benefit in being here, and found it all to be almost a complete waste of time.

After getting Aslan's attention by nudging her arm - ignoring the fact that she seemed to be determined to listen in to someone else's conversation just as he ignored the professor who had addressed her - Daxton raised his hands and signed one simple sentence to her: 'This is stupid.'

Just so that she was aware.

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He was totally within arms reach of the periphery of the Taco bar, in fact, he was probably already sampling some of the ingredients he mistook for an actual dish, like that yummy yummy salsa. Just as he dug in another corn chip into that salsa dish, his attention was caught by the rad redhead "Eyyy Haddie!" his voice is deep and weird and man its like hearing somebody else talk his thoughts out "Salsa? Its really good!...." he offered mumbling between crunchy bites. "And hey thanks for like all of this--" careless gesturing over his hair and makeup. The convenience of having plenty of girl friends is that theres always somewhere to raid for make-up eh?

But ok, he's been staring at her arms for a while now, feeling it extremely familiar but couldnt quite put his finger on the why. Also Hadley's outfit, and her demeanor. Also why on earth is she calling him like she's talking to his fathe--

"---Ohhh!!" yeah it hits him now. Point point excitedly with his corn chip and dripping salsa "Professor Hirsch!"

Which speaking of the devil, or rather fedora'd archeologist, he suddenly hears the moment he said the name. Talk about Beetlejuice moment right there. "Professor!" he greets the Defense Instructor, appropriate given who he is and who the character he's cosplaying as. He was chuckle pointing between Haddie and the real Professor Hirsch, clearly he was getting a kick out this.

Oh and a compliment on his own cosplay "Thank you Sir!... oh right yeah, Aging Potion. Bettlejuice is kinda old and scraggy and yeah...." and this was as close as he was ever gonna get to that, being personally unhappy with this hobo hair the first time he saw himself in Potions class. But sure works for him now eh? "You gotta whip Sir? And do you know how to use it?"

And hey hey hey guess who floated by "Happy five-nine-eight Sir Nick! Cant want to see five-nine-nine!"

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Hadley Hirsch simply nodded. Though it was hard not to grin as wide as she could when Ace guessed her costume. His reaction had been priceless, but she had to keep in character. "You're very welcome, Mr. Salander. All that hard work turned out great." His costume really did turn out great. Even if it was weird to see him so much older than he was. Like really weird. "Glad I could be of help."

Hadley turned toward the bar, and started to prepare her own tacos. She'd start with two and if still hungry come back for a third. That seemed to be smartest. Hadley had just finished scooping the meat into her taco shells when she heard it. That signature laugh. Allowing herself a moment to grin, ear to ear, Hads quickly composed herself and turned back to face the real Professor Hirsch. She almost cracked a smile at his own costume. Almost.

"Ah, Professor Jones!" she said with a nod of her head and turned back to finish making her tacos. "How's the treasure hunting going?" Some lettuce, tomato, and cheese thrown into her tacos and they were ready. Hadley leaned back against the bar as she ate. "I trust you'll be joining the dueling club this term? Professors are allowed." How was she doing, Hirsch?

That reaction from Mr Salander only warranted another chuckle from the Defence Professor who, out of his own slightly playful self, went ahead and took up the same pose that Haddie had just done. Professors could joke around as well.

"Good use of magic, I have to say. But I think the curls suit you better." Moreso because it was unique and made him look younger which, from his eyes, was better. Growing up could wait. At the mention of his whip, he couldn't help but let a slightly boyish grin spread across his face. "I sure do!" he said, while fiddling around in his satchel and pulling out that long whip, "I've been trying to use it with very little luck." The slight pang in his right shoulder was proof of this. "Do you know how to use one?"

Professor Jones was a name he could get used to, even if he had nothing against his own surname. "Very well, Professor. Haven't managed to curse myself yet so I'm not complaining. How goes the teaching?" This was a weird conversation to have but that's what made it funny at the same time. And the best part? The mention of Dueling Club. That, once again, got the man laughing.

Haddie had done some research. Clearly.

"Even a Professor of Archaeology? Doing Dueling? Are you up for that adventure?"

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Was there something more pressing for him to do right now…no, clearly the only important thing of the night were the tacos that he was filling with toppings and preparing to shove into his mouth. “Oh….this looks delicious” he smirked as he put more some of the cheese into his taco before lifting it to his mouth and taking a giant bite of it.

Good merlin these tacos were delicious. Looking over to the kid near him and the girl dressed like…Hirsch all Raf could do was grin….oh and look, Hirsch was there. ”Raf, you look dapper as ever,” Raf muttered to himself before hegrinned over to Hadley giving her a wink before nudging the real Hirsch in the shoulder "Nicely done mate, did you dodge anything on the way here?" He grinned at Roderick before glancing around at the other people (and kids) in the area….oh…look…more costumes….and wait….wait…wait…that was the kid from the clothing store right? "Nice costume kid," he added with a wink.

And then there was a voice in his ear.

Hirsch, surprised, turned away from the two third years and found himself looking directly at....... Raf? Heh. "Could say the same thing to you too," he said, giving the man's costume a once over, "You're not handing out free milk bottles, are you?" An amused smirk spread across his face, hoping that the Arithmancy professor could take it as a friendly jibe more than anything.

Dodge anything? "Are you talking curses and villains or something else?"

Gaston smiled a little at Jordan's words. "Thank you," he said, this time reverting back to his normal French accent. He wasn't about to try talking like a cowboy again. He'd already embarrassed himself once tonight! His eyes flicked toward the food laid out when the COMC professor mentioned tacos. It all looked delicious, but somehow he didn't think eating tacos right now was a very good idea. He'd already made a mess of the glass of punch he was holding; he wouldn't put it past himself to drop his plate or dribble sauce all over himself or otherwise do something clumsy! "I'm not hungry right now," he said. That was a lie. He was starving, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Rosalyn again! "I might have some later..."

He blinked dumbly as Rosalyn complimented his costume. She actually recognized it? That was a surprise; she was the first one tonight! So she thought he was named for the Disney character... well, she certainly wasn't the first (nor would she likely be the last). Actually, he was named for Gaston Leroux, the author of The Phantom of the Opera... which just happened to be his mother's favorite book. The name was even more ironic when one considered his father's name was Raoul! He never for the life of him understood why his mother didn't just name him Raoul and be done with it... or Erik or Phillipe or really any other male name associated with the story!

Should he correct her? The thought crossed his mind, but he didn't want to seem rude. He decided to let her keep thinking he was named for the Disney character. "W-why, thank you, Rosalyn," he replied, smiling warmly at her.

Gaston half-expected Rosalyn to object to talking to him alone, but he was relieved when she didn't. He moved farther away from the group, his eyes darting around the room to make sure no prying eyes had turned to him, and waited for Rosalyn to follow him. He set his glass on a nearby table, lest it should cause any more embarrassing accidents, and only when he was sure he hadn't attracted any unwanted attention did he turn to Rosalyn.

"R-Rosalyn, I..." he began, but his voice quickly failed him. He stared at the floor, avoiding her eyes, as his face flushed the same shade of red as his shirt. It was taking every bit of resolve he had not to run away like a frightened bunny! Get on with it, Gaston! he inwardly berated himself. At the rate he was going, they'd be here al night! He took a deep breath, running his free hand through his hair - he was glad he'd thought to put his glass down first this time! - and tried again. "I w-wanted to thank you... for the kindness y-you've shown me... a-at the start-of-term feast and when m-my cat got loose and..."

He whipped a bouquet of a dozen paper marigolds in varying shades of orange, white, and yellow out from behind his back. Not exactly the way he'd envisioned surprising her, but trying to talk to her was obviously going nowhere! "Here... I made these for you," he said, handing the flowers to her.

He anxiously awaited her reaction. Would she like them? What if she didn't? What if he came across as too forward and offended her?

Henry did not even know this school Halloween event was happening till pretty much the last minute, but when he heard that it was all about tacos, he wasn't going to miss it. Tacos were one of his favorite foods. Plus there were probably other cool things going on there, or at least he could hope.

He was still in the Robin Hood costume he wore to class earlier in the day as he headed down to the dungeons for his tacos. So there was a band and, well he could really tell what else, but there were plenty of costumed people and he headed straight for the food. He could walk around and see what all there was while holding a taco or two.

Grabbing a couple shells, Henry started loading them up with ground beef and as many toppings as he could fit in there, except for cheese. That seemed to be right at the end and he couldn't quite get to it without reaching around the a costumed girl, who appeared done with her taco creating anyway. "Hello," he greeted the girl with a grin, not certain of who it was underneath the costume. "Would you mind taking a step to the left?" His left not hers or else she'd walk right into the table. "You're blocking the cheese." And what was a taco without cheese? It even appeared that there were a lot of different varieties to choose from, or maybe choose them all.

"Day of the Dead paint..?" he asked skeptically. He never heard of that. "That is something new. Sounds zombie-like to me though." he smirked and he would still call her a zombie. He wondered how it was traditional but he felt like she would explain it to him. "Who came up with this clever idea..was it you? Did you have like a strong urge for Mexican food?" he nudged her playfully. She knew he was teasing of course.

Ah of course. Prefect stuff. "Righhtt your the big head honcho now. You still liking all the duties and stuff? Not too hard with your NEWT year coming up?" He wondered what it was like with the prefect duties. I mean coming up with party ideas had to be fun. "Oh me? Errm I haven't been up to much lately. Just strolling through the grounds, going to parties and getting by in lessons. I mean the bowling lesson in herbology was kind of cool.." He gave Professor Meyer points for that. "Come on dude, you need to skate with me one time before the term is over.." He needed to hang out with someone who shared the same skateboard passion he did.

Gaston was the one of her colleagues that Laurel still couldn't really get a handle on after some months into the years. He was slightly weird and nervous to her opinion. But when he approached she still answered his comment to her with kindness and a wink "Of course not Gaston.. I meant villains like evil and dark wizards like those that haunt Knockturn Alley in Diagon Alley. Is it right to assume that are interested in Disney movies then?" They creeped her out. Laurel never ventured there alone.

Laurel helped herself to a taco and listened and watched with interest as Gaston flirted with her old class mate Rosalyn in plain view. She waited for Rosa's response. Would she turn him down or talk to him? Maybe she should look in the cards later. Hmm.



Turning her attention to Jordan she blushed just a little flattered. "Thank you. Strong women always fascinate me even when they technically are just made up characters in a movie. I take it you are into adventure stuff cause of the Indiana Jones outfit?"

Eyeing the fish tacos with some suspicion she said "I might try some fish taco later. San Francisco, but aren't you from England?" Or was he from America and she had forgotten?



Grinning Laurel said to Rosalyn as she took a bite out of her own taco. "Tacos should make a nice substitute for blood I think." She had never liked the sight of blood and the idea of drinking some was enough to make her feel lightheaded. "What will you use your sugar skull for after you've made it?" She felt like she was missing the female friendships and bonding when she was here at Hogwarts and thus Laurel asked "Would you be interested in participating in a girl's only night? Inviting Kay, Felicity, Cynthia and Joy and having it in Marion's lair and just talk about men and things?"

Laurel focused on eating her taco when Rosalyn didn't turn Gaston away and said yes to talking to him alone. Did she smell a topic for a potential girls night?

Sir Nick raised an eyebrow at Colt's comment. "What does it taste like?" Sir Nick asked. "It's been 598 years since I tasted food and I must admit I quite miss it. At least with rancid meat, we ghosts can almost taste it as we inhale." Which was what he had been hoping for.

"Alive? I think dead is a more accurate word. It teaches one an awful lot, I must say. Passing from the fifteenth century to now a lot has changed my dear boy." He regarded Colt, and took in what he was wearing. "A pirate!" Sir Nick guessed.

"That's Sir Nicholas if you don't mind," he said to one of the Gryffindors. If he had a beating heart, it would surely have missed a beat or something. To be mis-titled by one of his own lions wasn't a good feeling. But nevertheless, Sir Nicholas was a forgiving person. "But thank you, dear boy." The slight hurt had turned into a proud smile. "Heavens, or 600! I wonder if Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore will finally accept my annual application to join the Headless Hunt." He certainly hoped so. "What are you dressed up as?" he asked, having realised it was a dress-up deathly costume.

Sir Nick turned to another student who was there, wishing him a Happy Death Day. He immediately forgot her blunder. "Thank you... err..." Sir Nicholas peered at the young girl. The face certainly looked familiar, but very different. A light bulb moment later, he realised who it was. "Kitty! Is it? Are you a princess?" he asked. He knew for certain this was the Lady Prefect of Ravenclaw. He thought about her suggestion, which was very good. "Perhaps. Do you know one?" he asked, taking a chance.

"Good Evening Rosalyn. I thank you greatly," he said, with a semitransparent hand resting across his chest, where his unbeating heart was. It touched him to be acknowledged. He let out an audible sigh. "No, not at all. Although, could you hold some cheese up to my face? I can try to inhale the scent. Cheese usually has a stronger smell. I might actually be able to imagine tasting it." Would she be so kind?

From the corner of his eye, Sir Nick saw someone edge closer. He turned to her and asked "Do you have any spells to turn this food rancid? Not all of it, of course, just a small amount."

Tenacius smiled and nodded his head gladly. He couldnt agree more Professah, he missed his shorter curls already, but ahhh anything for the cosplay art eh?

But he has a whip HE HAS A WHIP! Those bright blue-green peepers lit up at the sight of Indy's second most popular accessory. Did he know how to use them "No I dont..." the man-boy replied dejectedly "Its not really something my folks would let me have to play with." including his dad, which means this stuff means serious painful business

Oh and them Maths guy. The Gryffindor Ace couldnt help but overhear free milk bottles. "You giving away free milk??" Gimme gimme gimme!




Whoops? "Sorry Sir Nicholas" the Gryffindor corrected himself as he went a little meep. Its strange though, how he had called the Gryffindor House Ghost Sir Nick in so many feasts in school and it didnt seem to bother him at the time. Death day nerves? Maybe similar on how some people who have a birthday and getting older is like a gong of misery for them? Yeah he totally didnt get that.

"Well he should!" the Gryffindor gestured proudly for the spectre'd one "Even for just a bit since its your Death Day. Consider it a present or something." Makes sense right?

"Oh I came in as Beetlejuice." Tenacius grinned as he splayed his arms out just like the character would in the movie. "He's uh... he's a ghost too. A Bio-Exorcist ghost according to him."

He could fit in at any saloon in the Wild West? Jordan just chuckled. "Technically the saloon is just a regular pub where so many people drinking and doing forbidden transactions." Just like what he had seen in muggle movies. "I'd rather belong to the farm, taking care of the horses, cows and pigs." But wait.... That's not a cowboy's job. It's more of a shepherd's job to do, right? "But if you mean that riding a horse and dealing with criminals, I don't think you're wrong then." The CoMC professor casually said and ate his tacos. He owned a stallion and had been working with winged horses too. But working against the crime? Huh.

"You're welcome, Gaston." He nodded. Maybe he wouldn't try to imitate the American accent anymore after this. Well, it's not a bad thing. French accent is sexy (and from what he's heard, women are going crazy with that). "I like your accent, and I'm pretty sure that the ladies love that too. Right, Rosalyn?" Jordan asked the History lady and winked. HEHEEEEEEE. "Okay, I'm kidding." Well, not really. It's kind of fun teasing his co-workers, especially Gaston since he got easily nervous with stuffs. His eyes couldn't help but noticed when the Charms professor gave a bucket of paper flower to Rosalyn. He just smirked and whistled to tease both of them. GASTON AND ROSALYN SITTING ON A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Christopher Jordan Lee Hernandez, please.

Maybe he should leave Gaston and Rosalyn alone, right Laurel? He turned to the blonde professor. "Well, you are such a strong woman." He acknowledged. And Indiana Jones? He just chuckled and corrected her. "I am not Indiana Jones, Roderik Hirsch is one." Jordan pointed to the DADA professor. "I am a cowboy, and according to Rosalyn I might fit to hang out in a saloon while drinking beer or taking care of the horses." Which was his former job before teaching at Hogwarts. Well, he might make a damn good (and handsome) sherrif. "Nope. I'm American by born, part Hispanic, Chinese and Filipino and Caucasian by blood." In fact, he only came to England for studying at Hogwarts and teaching there years after that.

Observing all the masked and painted faces as well as costumes, Hady was having a blast. Seeing what everyone came as was interesting. There were a few that had went all out on dressing up. A bit like herself tonight.

Lifting her taco to take another bite she heard someone speaking. Robin Hood wanted her to take a step to the left? Hady gave him a curious look before realizing that she was in the way. Oops. She had actually meant to get OUT of the way before when she had choose to stand here not put herself IN the way. "Sorry about that..I didn't realize I was this close," she laughed softly taking a few steps to the side and out of the boys way. There that she could be good.

"Enjoying the party so far?" she asked curiously after a moment or two. People seemed to be having a good time but it didn't hurt to ask and know for sure.

It was rather surprising to see Daxton at a social event. Rosalyn managed to hide her surprise as she smiled at the boy. He was signing something to Aslan though she couldn't understand what it was since she wasn't fluent in sign language. "Good evening, Daxton. The tacos are delicious if you want one." Not expecting a reply because she knew that he never spoke. That was okay, as was the fact that Sir Nicholas wanted her to hold up some cheese to his face. Honestly that wasn't the weirdest request that someone had made to her and she did not mind in the least. "Sure," she said with a smile as she held up some cheddar. "Can you smell that? I can try a spell to make it smell stronger." Preferably not rancid as that would turn the stomach of EVERYONE. Well, everyone besides him.

Trying not to laugh at what Laurel was telling her, Rosalyn took another bite of her taco. She didn't want to choke on her food or make a fool of herself so she managed to stay composed. After swallowing, she said, "I would much rather take the tacos. I'm like the Twilight vampires I guess." Eye roll since those weren't proper vampires. No harm in joking around and she really wasn't fond of blood; Joy was the only one who would be dealing with THAT since she was the Healer. Sugar skulls were definitely more appealing. "Eat it of course!" Beam. Sugar wasn't her favourite thing in the world though she did enjoy it every once in a while; chocolate was more her thing. The girls night question was a slight surprise though it sounded like A LOT of fun. "Count me in! We are going to paint the town red. Well, not really but still. This will be great." Flashbacks to when they were students. It had been a while since she had participated in gossip about males!

It seemed that Jordan knew a fair bit about cowboys and she was just going to take his word for it. "Saloons sound fun though," she joked before becoming more serious. "Being on the farm DOES sound more fun, and especially being able to ride on the horses. You could be the only cowboy to FLY a horse." Now that was something special since he was dressed up as one and there WERE winged horses in the stables. Beautiful animals though the Thestrals were slightly off-putting; gentle creatures but they looked rather grotesque and were hard to get used to. Amused eyeroll at the accent question though French accents WERE nice. Jordan was allowed to tease her as much as he wanted to because she didn't mind in the least. Nothing wrong with being playful.

Patiently she waited to hear what Gaston had to tell her. He was always so shy and nervous but hopefully he would feel more comfortable around Hogwarts soon. Deciding to ignore the blushing, Rosalyn waited to hear what he had to tell her. "Of course," she said with a smile before seeing the flowers that he had made her. "Thank you, they are gorgeous!" She loved them. It was a sweet way for him to thank her.

Kaycee nodded. "They don't really celebrate it here. It was a pretty big deal where I grew up though." She laughed lightly. "It was a group effort. But I'm probably the most partial to tacos." Which was a true statement.

She nodded. "Yeah. Things are good. Not too bad yet." This was probably because she didn't care too much about NEWTs though. She wasn't planning on pursuing a career of the magic variety.

She nodded. Yeah. That lesson was pretty fun. "Yeah. As soon as the weather warms up again." Because it was already wayyyy too cold to do that.

Aslan nodded. It was stupid, the whole thing was, and yet... Here she was, standing around in her devil's costume beside Daxton Prince while the taco table was attacked by their starved peers.

Surreal, and she couldn't help a song lyric passing through her lips. "We wouldn't be caught seen here in the day.." Her fingers twitched restlessly, and she reached up to twirl a lock of long chestnut colored hair around her finger. She was bored, and seriously considering spiking the punch. She half turned to Daxton, eyes once again drinking in his appearance with amusement (the irony was absolutely not lost on the witch). She signed, her hands moving with practiced ease; "do you have anything for the punch? Babbling potion?" just a little something to cause some disruption, but still tame enough not to destroy the party Brian had worked so hard on.

Not that she cared, she didn't care. Absolutely didn't.

It seemed Professor Newton was less keen on discussing death with Sir Nick and more interested in... Herself. Hm. Aslan's eyes switched to Newton, nodding a greeting. "Professor." Aslan said, not really acknowledging the compliment or the other bit about the festivities because she wasn't really enjoying them and the Gryffindor suspected that if she voiced such an opinion she'd be forced into some sort of exercise in taco'ween fun.

Which was not something she was interested in. "Yes, lovely time." She said, her voice completely devoid of emotion, a very calm expression on her dark features.

Henry looked at the costumed girl as she turned to look at him. It seemed to take her a minute to realize what he meant, but that was okay, he was patient. "Oh, it's no problem," he said with a smile. "I just like a lot of cheese on my tacos." Especially the shredded cheddar, even if he did reach for several varieties to take. And he hadn't wanted to reach around her.

Now that he had his tacos filled just the way he wanted them, the fourth year took a bite of one before looking at the costumed girl again. "Well, I actually just got here and headed straight for the food, so I don't really know yet.. But so far so good." He looked out at the dance floor where a band seemed to be playing off to the side. "What else is going on here? Have you been here a while?" Was she in charge of this, was that why she was asking? He peered at her as he continued to eat his taco, trying to figure out if he knew her. Sometimes it was hard to tell with costumes.

Well, Aslan. Speak of the devil and he will come. Thinking worked to the same effect too, for the most part. After doing a whole lot of behind-the-scenes scrambling and fixing the odd decoration that decided to have itself smash to the floor, Brian Woods was one hungry teenage Hufflepuff boy. And any one of those last four words of the previous statement was quite ominous on its own.

Walking past her slowly enough to ruffle her hair, Brian began working on assembling himself a taco. Just barely far enough to reach if she stretched, but certainly far enough not to look stalkerish. Because she looked nice. And Brian was definitely looking. Though his Mad-Eye Moody outfit did feel quite fun, and working with his prosthetic instead of around was the best part.

Now, just to find a suitable moment to shout "constant vigilance" and he'd be all done up. He'd wait for that moment to come while eating his taco. Yeah. Food.

It appeared her makeup and costume was doing it's job. From the way she was being looked at Hady thought for a moment that Henry knew it was her but then he gave no signs that he did. Maybe she really should've worn her Head Girl badge this evening just so they all knew but the point tonight was for everyone to have a good time. His comment made her laugh softly, "It really isn't a taco without lots of cheese on it," she agreed with a smile of her own. That's how she enjoyed her tacos as well.

Now that she was well out of his way it was safe to return to eating her taco. Ah, he hadn't been here all that long. Fair reason to not know what all was happening around here. Finishing off the bite that she was currently eating and dabbing her mouth with a napkin it was then safe to answer. "I might have been one of the first to arrive." Seeing as the prefects needed to be around to make sure everything was as it should be and well she had to help Jack/Frankie with his makeup and get her own finished as well. "There's a fair amount happening. The dance floor as you can see from here, there's the crafting station for face makeup but also paper flower making, or sugar skull making which is fun. Not to mention the pinata lane." Just beware that not always will it be sweets that come tumbling out of a busted open pinata. Still it was all in good good fun.