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[October 31] A Night in the Enchanted Forest – The Halloween Ball!

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Friday, October 31, 8:00 p.m.

Hallows Eve. The time when the veil between the two worlds is at its thinnest. When prophecies are made, witches and wizards dance in disguise, and the little ones are told not to stray too far from the path. Tonight is a night of mystery and secrets revealed, of omens coming true. Tonight is the night of the Halloween Ball, where the enchanted forest waits to lure the castle residents into a labyrinth of trees and vines.

The doors of the Great Hall swing open at exactly eight o'clock, welcoming the denizens of Hogwarts with a strange melody, both beautiful and chilling. On the ceiling above them, stars wink in and out and the full moon peeks through the dark clouds of the night sky. Candles float in the air and Jack-o'-lanterns cackle as students rush past. A fog creeps along the edges of the forest, snaking in and out of unsuspecting feet, while vines twist threateningly up the castle walls. Trees made out of painted boards soar up like columns, where skeletons, insects, and spiders drop down from the branches, just when people start to get comfortable in their costumes.

The hooting of owls and the howling of wolves occasionally pierce the air. Large tree stumps dot the forest, each laden with bubbling cauldrons, remnants from the Halloween supper, and all manner of sweets to rot the teeth. Tree logs and cushions surround the stumps as places to sit. At the front of the hall, a clearing in the forest marks the stage for live music, soon to arrive. And in the Acromantula corner, a large web wraps around the trees and spells out a warning:

A Night in the Enchanted Forest: Enter at Your Own Peril!
Outfit

Ana sighed as she surveyed the great hall, her golden eyes sweeping the decorations with scrutiny bordering on derision. She supposed that the Blake girl had done a decent enough job, but her irritation at not having been allowed to decorate the entire thing with magic ruined any appreciation she might have had.

 It didn't help that she knew the Blake girl and many of her little friends were staunch supporters of SAWS. She swore to Merlin that if any of them tried to make a werewolf rights protest out of her first ball, she would see all of them expelled. Tonight had to be perfect, that much she had determined, in order to prove her salt as an organizer. Too many things had gone wrong since she took this job and she would be damned if this was added to it.

Sitting at her 'throne' situated in the front of the room, Analiza relaxed and waited for the others to arrive. She had made sure that her throne was decked out with leaves and vines and swathes of emerald silk in order to complete the 'forest queen' motif she was looking for. Straightening her crown, Analiza made sure that she looked as regal as possible, sipping some punch from a slender golden glass goblet.
Eirene was one of the first students to rush into the Great Hall once the doors opened. Of course she would be on time! Those who were fashionably late missed out on being able to see the decorations first! As the music played on and fog drifted around her ankles, Eirene shivered, giggled, and psyched herself up for the dance. This forest setting looked so spooky and surreal! She almost felt like she was back in the Forbidden Forest again, battling through the dark undergrowth and bravely facing centaurs with the older students (she’d romanticized the story more and more with time).

She caught a glimpse of the formidable Headmistress, surveying the forest in her throne. Eirene had to admit the woman scared her a bit, but she didn’t dislike her. It took a lot for her to dislike an adult, and it was impressive, Eirene thought, that the Headmistress seemed to command so much respect.

Eirene admired the way her sky-blue dress swirled around her legs, thankful that Evie and Hannah had helped her make such a nice Wendy outfit. She soon found a tree stump chock full of sweets, and picked one that was in the shape of a flower. Munching on it, she wandered through the trees, jumping at every skeleton and bat, but definitely enjoying herself. She kept an eye out for anyone she could talk to, and glanced at the Great Hall doors constantly, hoping Sasha would arrive soon.

She couldn’t help it. He’d told her that he’d dress up as Peter Pan!
Outfit!


Fauna couldn’t believe it. This was real. This was really happening. The Halloween ball was tonight, and here she was, going to it with Devlin Matthews on her arm. He’d met her as she'd exited the Hufflepuff common room. At first she hadn’t seen him, but then she caught a flash of blue as he’d stepped out of the shadows to greet her. To Fauna, Devlin looked handsome, sharp, and a touch dangerous as well. No wonder her heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest.

Tucking her hair behind her ear self-conciously, she concentrated on walking with him, glancing his way every so often to check that he was there. Though she was nervous, she felt excited, and especially grateful that Ainsley had taken pity on her and helped her get ready. It was almost like the time Neely had forced a makeover on her before the fashion show, except now, Fauna felt like herself, just prettier. Her hair was charmed to fall in soft, messy curls. Her eyelashes looked longer and darker, red lipstick stained her mouth, and her complexion didn’t look as pasty. She wore boots, a long skirt, a short-sleeved blouse, and a red corset with an attached hood. To complete the Red Riding Hood look, she carried a basket and wore a simple pendant around her neck. In short, Fauna looked like she’d walked out of a storybook.

After all the stress of the past month, Fauna was ready to relax and have fun. Earlier in the night, after the feast, the art club had rushed to finish setting up the dance. At one point they’d collided with the Headmistress’ caterers, and at another point a tree had toppled over on a house elf, but somehow, everything was finished, and even Analiza seemed satisfied.

As Devlin and Fauna went through the Great Hall doors, Fauna grinned at him, then daringly (at least daring for her), reached over and squeezed his hand. She’d already seen the decorations, of course, and already knew what the forest would look like. It still felt magical, however, like she was seeing it for the first time… which probably had a lot to do with the boy beside her. He was going to the dance with her. Not the cool, sophisticated Slytherins who had spent a fortune on their costumes and an entire day getting ready. Not the flirtatious sorts who had giggled and bumped into Devlin in the corridors for weeks, hoping he’d ask them. Certainly not McFloozy. Her. He was going to the dance with her, and Fauna was thrilled.

None of the girls would make fun of her tonight, and nothing horrible would happen. She’d dance with Devlin, laugh with friends, and enjoy her seventh year like she was supposed to! She was just a normal seventeen year old girl at a dance with a cute boy, and nothing could change that.

“Your mask looks great,” Fauna commented shyly, glancing at him. “And your suit. And, um, everything, really. You look very handsome,” she finally said it. Her cheeks turned bright red, and she almost walked into one of the logs she’d set up earlier.

Okay, so she’d never be smooth, but at least she was sincere.
Fairy Princess

Ayla made her way into the Great Hall a little unsteady. It had been a while since she had been walking around in heels this high. At the beginning of term she had been so excited to go back to school she had forgotten to pack a costume for the Halloween Ball. Her trunk had been half packed anyways, filled with things she hadn't bothered to unpack over the summer. At the bottom of her trunk she had found an old Halloween costume she hadn't worn since her first year. Unfortunately she had grown since then and had been introduced to the grueling process that was puberty.

With the help of a few friends Ayla had been able to magic her way through some alterations and now her costume fit but she felt almost as if she were on display. It was the first time she's be showing her mid drift at school and the bodice had fit so tight she had to forgo any type of undergarment which made her bust look a lot more generous than it actually was.  The skirt was shorter than she was used to, she just had to make sure she bent at the knees rather than the waist if she had to pick something up off the floor.

Once her costume was altered enough to fit she charmed her hair to grow down to her waist and had topped off the whole fairy princess look with enchanted wings, a fairy purse, knee high strappy heels and sparkling make up that changed colour depending on what angle you looked at it from.She hoped she fit in and didn't look too 'sexy', then again she was bound to get some male oriented attention dressed like this. Maybe she'd get a few dances in, anything to distract from the fact that she had arrived without a date.

She looked around at the other early birds and wondered if Blake was going to be coming to the dance. She had come to realize that her crush on him was deepending but then again all that could change by next month. Ayla was often teased about having 'crushes of the week'.
Growing up on the reservation, Tulojow had been nearly oblivious to the potential fun that could be found in All Hallow's Eve.  Her grandparents had had no interest in the holiday and isolated from the big cities, she'd been deprived of the opportunity to dress in costumes, wander around to spook people and eat free candy.  At least, not until she'd left the reservation for school.  And, even then, it wasn't until Tulojow was old enough to, reliably, sneak off the islands before she'd fully experienced the holiday.  She'd never been 'bitten by the bug' as a child and, therefore, Halloween had always been a holiday for observing others. 

Tulojow had opted not to attend the holiday festivities the previous year.  She'd just arrived at Hogwarts a month before and hadn't known many of the staff members, beyond Greyfriar.  Also, her wounds were still fresh and life with limited mobility was still frustratingly novel.  Lingering in the corners, watching others dance had, simply, not appealed to her. 

But, this year, on Shep's insistence, Tulojow had chosen to attend.  Though, Tulojow had opted for the traditional, familiar (and oh so comfortable) approach when it came to the costume.  She didn't have a lot of opportunity to dress in a more traditional manner - she so very rarely found herself back in the States - that it was hard to pass up on this marvelous opportunity.  Two long lengths of slightly salted black hair had been left to fall loose on either side of her face - the rest of her hair had been divided into two long braids.  Her feet warm and more snuggly soft than they'd been in years, and the beads and shells giving each step a light, joyous accompanying clink, Tulojow made her way across the lawns. 

The forest inside the Great Hall almost looked as good a version as the forest just outside the Great Hall.  That thought brought an amused grin to Tulojow's face as she surveyed the room and its occupants.  She was, clearly, a little on the earlier side.  Students were still coming in with looks of anticipation and that peculiar eagerness to be frightened.  Headmistress Snark was sitting up at the front of the room on a chair, like royalty surveying her subjects.  Tulojow had always been civil with the other woman, though she made few attempts to hide what she really thought of her.  She only spared the woman a few quick once over before moving further into the room in an attempt to mingle with whoever was present. 

Tulojow outfit
Unicorn Costume

Evie had been planning for this night for nearly a month now.  Balls were one of her favorite activities, and any chance to showcase her beauty and clothes were very much appreciated.  When she’d been given the long white gown by her mother, Evie knew she was going to have to reveal it at the ball.  She hadn’t even shown it to any of her friends yet, which was quite a surprise.  Normally she couldn’t wait to show her new clothes to Neely and Jordyn. 

She had kept the dress in her chest at the foot of her bed.  Evie made sure to give herself enough time to change and headed to the secret room on the seventh floor.  This room was her sanctuary. It always had what she needed and gave her the privacy she sometimes wanted from other people.  And it allowed her to work on her own projects for sewing.  Evie would have created her own costume, but changed her mind when the perfect dress had arrived.

Putting the finishing touches on her costume, which was enchanting the horn to stay on her head, Evie smiled at her reflection in the mirror.  She then lifted her dress off the ground, as to save it from getting dirty on her walk down to the Great Hall, and headed out of the room. There were a lot of stairs on her way down, but Evie made sure to be careful not to trip and hurt herself. Soon enough, she made it down to the Entrance Hall.

When she made it into the Great Hall, she smiled widely.  Those Hufflepuffs and the art club had actually managed to do a good job.  Evie looked around and saw that not that many people had arrived yet.  She saw Analiza on a throne near the front of the room, in a very nicely accessorized green dress.  Looking around a bit more, she laid eyes upon Fauna Blake with Devlin Matthews, and then the first year Eirene.  Evie decided to go say hello to all of them.

“Good evening. You look very nice, Fauna. And you’ve done a very nice job with the decorations. I adore the theme. And hello, Devlin. You two enjoy yourselves.”  Evie gave a small smile and then went over to where Eirene was.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Eirene. You did a good job with the dress, too.” Evie smiled, giving most of the credit on the dress to Eirene. She had deserved it too, working very hard to get if finished.

Evie was glad she had decided to go alone.  She felt a bit more freedom to talk to anyone she wanted to.  If she had gone with someone else, she wouldn’t have been able to get here early and watch everyone else as they came in.  It was something she enjoyed, watching everyone as they arrived. Knowing how she had reacted as she had come in, Evie would enjoy everyone else’s reactions.
Purchasing a costume had been out of the question, of course.  Mairead didn't even bother writing home to ask for such a thing - being the only real reader in the group, Oisin would have had to have read it to the rest of the group.  Only to write back to say the best they could do was offer to send her her Sunday mass dress.  There was no way she was showing up in that.  Tito might have tried to steal a costume somewhere but it still wouldn't have been nearly as nice as a lot of the other kids'.  And, risking getting caught wasn't worth whatever he might be able to send. 

So, Mairead's costume had required some homespun creativity.  She'd spent two weeks eying every tapestry and sheet around the castle.  And, inspecting every piece of clothing in the lost and found for ideas.  One day, during class, Mairead had overheard a couple of the first years talking about their Peter Pan-themed costumes.  How prim and proper.  The next day, while rifling through the lost and found, Mairead had come across some Ravenclaw robes.  The idea for the costume had followed logically. 

There were probably cleaner and more effective ways to dye one's hair black but liquid ink was readily available around the school.  How long it'd take for the color to fade was a detail that had yet to cross Mairead's mind.  But, she braided her hair into two Pippi Longstocking-style pigtails at the sides of he head.  The sheets had been carefully cut and dyed and sewn into a passable replica of the classic Wendy dress.

The costume was almost complete.  All it needed to complete it was a quick hop in the lake, a few dripping strands of water plants from the lake strewn over her shoulders and a quick smear of brown mud on her nose.  Leaving wet footprints in her wake as she walked barefoot through the doors, she made her way to the castle.

She hurried her way into the Great Hall and stopped, swiveling in place as she surveyed the decorations.  They were cool!  And ... all the candy!  Mairead grabbed a handful and started munching on them, surveying the room for anyone she knew.  She spotted the Headmistress sitting in a chair towards the front of the building and, with vastly exaggerated eagerness, she shuffled to the front of the room.  "Oh... Headmistress Snark.  You look so lovely!  The prettiest here.  Just fantastic!" 
Tilly's outfit

It had been nearly a month since she’d spoken to Tavin, accepted his apology, and hoped the best for him and for his daughter. She was confident that he would continue to be a better man. Not many people in his position would have done what he’d done, and redeemed himself so wholly. And in the end, Tilly liked to see the best in people; she’d needed to forgive him, in order to accept herself. She was a squib, and she was proud of it.

Letting him down gently had been oddly harder than accepting the apology. After all, it wasn’t often a man busted into the store in the middle of the afternoon and burst into song. Complete with drums and original lyrics. She would always have a soft spot for him.

But too much had happened, and too much time had past to forget. Forgiving was one thing, but forgetting was another, and Tilly wasn’t willing to ignore reality. It simply wasn’t the same, after all those months of hurt and grief. Not to mention the drastic changes in her life outside of dating: Lukas had died, come back to life, and adopted a new name. She’d made a right mess of things with her estranged cousin, whose secret she’d kept, believing that Lukas would live to hear it. (And so he had lived, but revealing the monumental surprise was another hurtle.)

And Dennis. Dennis had happened. It had been completely by chance, or perhaps it had been a long time coming, but it had happened, and it couldn’t be undone, and Tilly wasn’t sure she wanted it to be undone. Knowing him intimately and still recognizing that he was her best friend was like be electrified. Could it be so simple and so complicated at the same time? Was it possible to love someone, and feel so simultaneously strange and convinced about it?

For the past several weeks, they’d both avoided the elephant in the room. After the awkward breakfast-- toast, tea, and aspirin-- the encounters that ensued had been subtly strained, like a nervous laugh. She’d kept thinking about him and their night together, running it over in her head, making herself woozy with it.

And finally she just knew.

So now, having gratefully accepted the opportunity to stand in for Three Owl Standard’s manager on Halloween, Tilly was going to tell Dennis everything. The record shop, which usually served as a local Hallow’s Eve haunt, was closed for the night, its front window decked out in cobwebs and carved pumpkins (some with mullets and sunglasses, others supporting polished violins, or propped atop boxes of records).

She’d found her way to the stage and slipped behind the curtain after spending a few moments wandering through the fantastical decor. They’d put a lot of thought into this, the party planners. Tilly was impressed, and for a moment, that familiar heartbeat fluttered in her chest, pining for magical schooldays she’d never known.

Poking her head into the VIP area, she looked around for one of the band members, who were nearly family (one of them literally family). “Have any of you seen Dennis?” She asked, slipping through and adjusting her pearly, halo-like headband as it caught the curtain and twined with her curls.
It had been quite a few years since Trina Quinn walked through these halls of Hogwarts.   And even though there had been some scary times back then, she missed them.  It was also where she had met Dennis Creevy (who had now wandered off himself) and become a fan of the original Three Owl Standard.  Then now she was in that band that fought for so much during their years at Hogwarts. It was strange to think how much things had changed since Trina had left Hogwarts and all those she had been friends with.  And it also brought back the pain of losing friends due to that battle that had destroyed quite a bit of the castle.

But now, it was a different story.  And Trina would have to keep her mind off that in order to keep tonight fun for the current students of the school.  It was Halloween night, and everyone was dressed up in different costumes, ready for a night of dancing, sweets, and frights. Trina had yet to see what the Great Hall looked like, and now decided to report to duty.  Pushing past memories aside, she carefully made her way down the flight of stairs which she was on and down to the hall.

Trina felt kind of silly wearing a wedding dress and a crown, but it was Halloween and Dennis had come up with the theme for the band.  Together they portrayed different characters from the muggle movie The Princess Bride.  Of course, Trina probably wouldn’t have even heard of the movie had it not been for Dennis sitting her down and forcing her to watch it.  And she was thankful for him doing it, as she ended up absolutely loving it.  That was what had made her journey out into Muggle London to find one of those movie players and the movie as well.

Smiling as she entered the hall in all of it’s haunted forest glory, Trina made her way over to the stage area that had been set up.  Behind a curtain, there was a nice relaxing area for between songs and whatnot.  She went back there and decided to sit down until Tilly (Trina’s recently discovered cousin and tonight’s manager) said it was time for them to go on.

After a few minutes, Tilly came in asking where Dennis was “I believe he’s out wandering the halls. And you’re looking quite angelic. Love the costume!”

Trina smiled at her cousin.  She wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but there was something between Tilly and Dennis.  Deciding to let it be, Trina figured she would find out sooner or later. 
Most British witches and wizards spent seven years in the dark and cool halls of Hogwarts.  Of the five members of Three Owl Standard, only two had attended all seven years.  Trina Quinn had been in Dennis' year and though she'd never supported the purist ideals of the Death Eaters, she'd been relatively safe during the Dark Lord's second rise to power.  Thomas Penrose, as a halfblood, also had been able to ride out that tumultuous year at Hogwarts.  He'd been a fan of the band but, like Trina, hadn't joined until after he'd finished Hogwarts. 

Ravenclaw Jesse Payne had been in Colin's year and fellow Gryffindor Corby Gent had been in Dennis'.  Along with Colin, all four of them had been muggleborn and all four had refused to report to the Ministry when Death Eaters began rounding them up.  They'd taken to the road together and had formed the original Three Owl Standard.  The anti-Ministry and anti-DE songs they'd written and sent into the Fred and George Weasley and the Potterwatch radio show had been their contribution to the pro-Harry Potter efforts.  They'd stayed together until, one dark night in the Spring, they'd been forced to scatter.  Dennis had found himself on his own, wandering the Irish countryside as a fifteen-year old. 

Jesse had finished out his seventh year - he'd somehow managed to cope with returning to Hogwarts better than either of the other two.  Both Corby and Dennis had been thrown back into the midst of the OWLs and neither had had any desire or motivation for coursework.  Together, they'd managed to flunk nearly all of their OWLs and dropped out shortly after. 

Being back in the school was surreal and, after setting his things down behind the stage, Dennis had left Jesse and Thomas to set up while he and Corby wandered off to explore the halls for shits and giggles.  In his light blue, frilly medieval wedding outfit, Corby looked every bit the prick of Prince Humperdinck.  Especially since he seemed to already be growing cranky with Jesse's insistence that, at some point during their set, Corby needed to be tied to a chair. 

As close friends and partners in crime, Corby and Dennis found it near impossible to take anything seriously together.  And, while they were actually sober, neither of them looked it as they came behind the stage, both red-faced and laughing. 

"You bloody bastard, she was just jealous of your lace and - ouch."  Mid laugh, Corby had elbowed him in the gut, nodding in Tilly's direction.  "Hey," he offered, grinning at Tilly.  "I assume Neal warned you, we're nearly unmanageable?" He asked with a grin.  Which was probably why their manager liked Trina so much.  She was definitely the good one of the bunch.  Musically and behaviorally. 

"You look..."  Exquisite was the correct adjective, though not appropriate.  "Fabulous."

Dennis' costume
Last Edit: February 23, 2010, 10:39:45 PM by Dennis Creevey
“I wonder how many years it takes to wander these halls,” she laughed, and then murmured something like seven under her breath. Floating toward Trina, she gave her cousin a one-armed, squeezing her side just a bit. “You look ready to melt the costumes off of some teenage boys. Just be wary of the first years. I met a few of them this summer... I’d bet my galleons they’re the first to stir up the mob in front of the stage.”

Backing up to let Trina continue to prepare for the set, Tilly found solace in a sturdy crate. She leaned against, sitting just barely on its edge. “It’ll be a brilliant night,” she mused aloud. Now she needed to find Dennis.

For a moment, she was wary of the ringing laughter. She’d thought perhaps the pair of them, the devilish (though good-natured) duo of the band, had dipped into the spiked punch before their set. Perhaps they’d even been the ones to spike it. But the single-syllable greeting put the young woman’s mind at ease, and she grinned back at Dennis and Corby, in all their sober, Princess Bride glory.

“Hey yourself,” she said, popping up from her place and wandering toward them. She gave Corby a quick hug and peck on the cheek, and then turned to Dennis. “Warned me? Who do you think warned him?” She winked, and then put her arms around his neck (as much as her decorative wings would allow, anyway), lingering a bit longer than she had with his frill-ified bandmate. “Which of you geniuses decided on the theme? I feel a bit left out now.” They looked wonderful. She continued to smile.

But then she tilted her head toward Corby, glancing at him in a sort of searching, subtly pleading manner. But in a flash, her eyes were back on Dennis. “I need to talk to you,” she said softly, reaching for his hands and swinging them a bit, lethargically and playfully to invisible music. “Manager’s privilege and all that...”
"I'm not sure you warned him enough," Dennis mused with a sly grin as Corby chuckled behind him.  "He took the gig, after all."  Managing TOS - or Owl Wrangling as Dennis had called it a few times in the past - wasn't an easy gig.  At least when it came to Dennis, Corby and, to some extent, Jesse, it was probably a lot like supervising a group of thirteen-year-old boys (who managed to get their hands on alcohol) and still manage to make a profit from it. 

"I think he blames you,"  he quipped as Tilly quickly greeted Corby - an embrace which Corby, quite clearly, took far too more enjoyment than the quaint hug warranted.  And, the red-head just looked goofy as he tried to find the best way to hug Tilly back, given the additional appendages on her back.

Which, Dennis felt slightly guilty for laughing about when he attempted the same maneuver.  Angels, it seemed, weren't easy to hug.  A shortcoming he hoped he offset with the warm, cordial kiss on her cheek.  Avoiding reality was something Dennis was a pro at - by the evening following that fateful night, he'd managed to slip back into the normal dynamics.  And, usually, managed to ignore the persistent what ifs in the back of his head. 

"It's a band thing," Dennis admitted.  Which, quite often, meant it originated as a Corby and Dennis thing and - eventually - the others just got dragged into it.  Like a mosh pit.  Or a tar pit.  Despite one being filled with mad rock fans and the other being filled with hot, molten tar, they were quite similar.  "We indoctrinated Trina a couple weeks ago and, figured, it'd be fun to do it as a group.  Now that we have a Princess Buttercup." 

"Princess Buttercup!" Corby chimed in in a decent imitation of the announcement made as the Princess was introduced to Prince Humperdinck's 'My People.'  Whatever message Tilly was trying to convey to Corby was, clearly, lost on the Irishman - at least that was Dennis' assumption as the bloke glanced from Dennis to Tilly and back again.  "Oh man, someone got in trouble with the boss," Corby chided, grinning at Trina after offering both of them a smirk before turning to help set up the set.

With a chuckle, Dennis shook his head, but glanced at Tilly curiously when she took his hand.  "Whatever it is, I didn't do it.  You can't prove anything," he said in mock defense, following her lead.
Eirene kept turning this way and that, trying to see everything and everyone. There was so much to look at! Everyone’s costumes looked so unique and stunning. For a moment, Eirene wondered if her dress looked just as nice, and if she should have added more detail, or worn more jewelry, or-

“You look absolutely beautiful, Eirene. You did a good job with the dress, too.” Evie smiled, giving most of the credit on the dress to Eirene.

Eirene turned around, mouth open in surprise. She saw Evie smiling at her, who looked like an angel in white with the long, elegant dress and tiny horn on her head. Blushing, Eirene grinned and let out a happy giggle. Did everyone see that? Evie Pascal, one of the coolest, nicest girls in the whole school, had just complimented her!

“Thank you, Evie!” She breathed, doing a little twirl to show off. “You did most of the work, though. I would have had to ask my parents- well, I would have had to do something simpler if you hadn’t helped me.”

She gave her an adoring, sappy little smile. “You look so pretty! A unicorn. That’s a lovely idea.”

Eirene was glowing with pride, and so focused on Evie that she didn’t notice Mairead come in. For the moment, she was blissfully oblivious.

She caught sight of Ayla in a fairy princess costume, let out an excited squeal, and after thanking Evie for the thousandth time, made her way over to the third-year.

“Ayla! I really like your fairy outfit!” she gushed, admiring the fairy purse in particular.
Ayla had been busying herself with some treacle tart while watching people file into the great hall. All the costumes looked fantastic. She was having a hell of a time admiring all the beautiful gowns that the girls were wearing. As much as she loved and missed muggle trick or treating watching the parade of magical gown was so much better and prettier. Magical Halloween was such a treat.

Before long Eirene had shown up in her beautiful little Wendy gown and complimented Ayla on her own costume. She had been so worried that her costume wouldn't compare. Other than a small enchantment placed upon her wings the costume itself was completely muggle made (or rather her muggle mother had made it for her) all the other girls had gowns that were made by witches with specially enchanted threads and all that jazz.

Her smiled widened causing her braces to glistened in the candlelight. She had really taken to Eirene in the past week since their little incident in the empty classroom. It seemed as if Dahlia had already found herself a comfy little niche within the Hufflepuff first years and Ayla felt as if she had lost a sister, which explained why she was feeling the need to dote on Eirene. Not only had she kept her free from detention but had ordered her, her own personal shade of Madame Madeline's Magical Mwah. She had yet to give her the tube of magical lipstick but had been able to send her a few chocolate frogs and a couple bags of Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans.

She hugged Eirene as a greeting and then looked her up and down, "You look fantastic." She pulled her arm up over her head giving her a wide berth so she could spin on the spot and show off her beautiful gown, "I would have killed for a dress like this when I was your age." Ayla knew she made it sound like there was decades between them rather than a couple of years but that was just how Ayla was.

"Ooo I've got something for you." She opened the fairy purse that Eirene had liked so much and opened it up. She fished inside until she pulled out a beautifully decorated silver tube and handed it to Eirene, "I sent an owl to Madame Madeline and told her all about you and she made this shade specially for you."
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