Sequel to the previous.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Bertrand would forever treasure the memory of Vlad's expression when he ignored the costume he was given and turned up at the party as Death, with a scythe. The students had been fairly amusing in their terrified reactions, too.
He got stuck behind, tidying up, so he'd just got back to the training room when there was a knock at the door. He dropped the scythe and opened it to find Vlad standing there again.
"I thought I'd make it up to you." His protégé was in full vampire garb, and the effect was… appealing. Vlad lowered Bertrand's hood.