Here be the special Halloween post...hope you like it...please read&review...thanks
Warnings: /shrugs/
Disclaimer: everything but the original Harry Potter characters, spells, and places by JKRowling obviously don't belong to me...
Chapter six: The Halloween Dance
Karin
Karin turned this way and that, admiring her costume in the full length mirror. The long black and white dress moved with her, making little swooshing noises as it went. The veil that went with the costume sat atop her head, the shredded black and white material framing her pale face. She smiled slightly before turning to look at Lily, who was admiring herself in the mirror as well.
Karin had helped Lily pick out the long, black velvet dress. The sleeves were bell like and had blood red roses stitched into them. Her hair was tied back in an elegant, Chinese style, bun. A simple choker with a tear drop ruby that Lily had inherited from Narcissa rested against the hollow of her throat.
"Don't you look all spooky elegant?" Karin chirped as she applied a little bit of eyeliner. She saw Lily shrug and grinned. "You do, and you look good. The dark colors accentuate your skin tone and hair color. I hope James wears something black too."
"Thanks…and he is, he told me about it earlier this week. It's going to look amazing, I can imagine." Lily replied, staring hard at the unopened tube of lipstick in her hand. Karin shook her head and pulled the lipstick from Lily's hands.
"I don't care what you think, but you're eleven and you don't need makeup just yet." Karin said, smiling at Lily. "Actually, I highly doubt that you'll ever really need it, but that's beside the point." Lily just shrugged and went over to put her shoes on. Karin soon followed suit and both walked out of the Gryffindor Tower, Lily going down to the Entrance Hall to meet her date and Karin going to the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, waiting for Silhouette.
It wasn't a terribly long wait for Silhouette, but it was long enough to make Karin antsy. When Silhouette did walk out of her common room, all the air in Karin's lungs whooshed out. Silhouette was wearing a long, black, crushed velvet dress that laced up over a blood red piece in the front. The sleeves of her dress flared out slightly at the ends, creating an elegant, medieval effect. Her hair was down, framing her face. It was hard for Karin to believe that Silhouette was twelve, and she wondered what Silhouette would look like four years from then.
"Shall we, darling?" Silhouette asked in an aristocratic drawl, playing the role her costume portrayed her in. Karin smiled and nodded, feeling self-conscious. She followed Silhouette's lead down to where the first and second years were having their party.
Ron
Ron glared at his reflection, feeling silly for even having the costume on in the first place. The long, black, coachmen's coat settled against him, not leaving much room to hide his figure. He lifted a hand, fiddling with the silver angel wings clasp that Yoko lent him, wondering what Yoko himself would be wearing. The other boy had yet to come out of the bathrooms, making Ron wonder just what Yoko was up to.
While he finished fixing his hair so that it wouldn't fall into his face, Yoko walked into the room. Ron happened to see him through the reflection of the mirror he was looking into and his breath caught in his throat whilst a deep blush crept up his neck and face. Yoko didn't seem to notice his friend's reaction.
Yoko was wearing a tight, figure-fitting, black long-sleeved shirt. There was a slight v-neck, exposing some of Yoko's collarbone. It wasn't the shirt, though, that caused Ron's reaction. It was the SKIRT Yoko was wearing. It went to the floor in rivets of black and purple like a dark-rainbow waterfall. The top of it was secured around his feminine hips, exposing the teensiest bit of pale abdomen. It took a few seconds before Ron noticed the fairy wings attached to Yoko's back or the makeup on his face.
"What are you supposed to be, Ron?" Yoko asked, staring at Ron. Ron swallowed and pulled the lapels of the coat closer to him, feeling like a fool once more.
"Ah…a coachman," he supplied sheepishly. Yoko shook his head and grinned.
"Oh good, that means you can escort me, the 'gothic fairy', to the party?"
Ron nodded and motioned for them to head out, refusing to ask why Yoko decided to be a female 'gothic fairy'. He led the way, meeting up with a vampire countess whom he knew to be Saya and together, the three of them headed down to the Entrance Hall.
Lily
Lily smiled happily at Jason Lee, lacing their fingers. She hadn't expected the quiet boy to ask her to the party, but she was ecstatic that he had. She knew how much Gabriel and Kitsune would be bothered by it, but she didn't give it much thought. Jason led her into the hall where the party was being held and immediately pulled her onto the dance floor, smiling at her sweetly. Lily spent most of the time being early dancing with Jason, anxious about the reactions her friends and family would have.
James
"Stop fussing with that shirt, James, its fine!" Shardae said, slapping James' hands away from said article of clothing. He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, drawing the simple prince costume top taught against his chest. Shardae had found a spell that changed the color of the outfit from the powdery blue to a deep, midnight blue.
"Now then, time to fix up your hair," she said as she dragged her hair brush through his blond locks. James' rolled his eyes, groaning slightly. "You know, you look better with long hair." Shardae commented as she finished up the brushing. Using a black ribbon from off of the chair they were standing by, she tied James' hair back like a prince from the medieval times would. "There we go, you're all dolled up."
"Shove it, Shardae." James said as he fastened the clasp to his silver ankh necklace. Shardae giggled before twirling away, her Egyptian Goddess dress flowing with her like liquid.
"You know, James, that necklace doesn't really fit with the outfit."
"I don't really care."
"I know," she said as she twirled about once more, waiting anxiously for Thor. James huffed and sat down moodily in the chair, watching his cousin in her amusement and giddiness. He didn't really want to go, but both Thor and Ailbhe had begged him for three days and he'd finally caved.
"Oh wow, James, don't you look like the prince from the dark side?" Ailbhe commented as he walked out of their dorm room. James shook his head, blushing, and stuck his tongue out at the other boy. Ailbhe grinned and sat down gracefully in the chair opposite James. "Well, you do, whether you think so or not."
"Okay," James replied, deciding against arguing with his friend. Ailbhe smiled and smoothed out his vampire cloak. Ailbhe was convinced he'd be the only vampire at the party because it was too cliché for everyone else to actually dress up like one. "Is Thor almost done in there?"
"Yeah…he just needed to put on the finish touches…stupid gold eye shadow….why'd he have to be an Egyptian God, again?"
James looked pointedly at Shardae, "because he wanted to match her and SHE'S going as an Egyptian Goddess."
"Oh, right," was all he said in response. The two boys glared sullenly at the fire, growing impatient as all young boys would, until Thor finally showed himself. Shardae giggled in delight and the four were off to the Entrance Hall so that Ailbhe could pick up Kitsune.
Professor Ravenhart
Professor Ravenhart watched as all the first and second years danced and ran around the room, throwing candies at each other and talking about who knew what. She'd much rather be up in her own quarters, reading a good book or drawing, but she had been asked by Headmistress McGonagall to chaperone the little ones. She personally believed it was to ensure that the two Potter children were kept safe. It wouldn't do the school any good if the children of Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, were hurt or worse at Hogwarts.
She almost had to break up a fight between a few of the students: Ron Weasley, Gabriel Feehan, and Silhouette and Jason Lee. Lucky for her, though, James Potter stopped them all from fighting. He was definitely a pacifist if ever Ravenhart saw one.
At midnight, the House prefects came in and escorted everyone back to their appropriate houses. Professor Ravenhart was slightly surprised at how late the children had been allowed to stay up, but then again, she wasn't considering what day it was. She sighed tiredly as she made her way down the corridors to her own chambers, ready for bed. As she passed a window, she could have sworn she saw a teenage boy outside it. She shook it off, because firstly, she was on the SEVENTH floor and the boy didn't appear to be flying, and secondly, because she was too tired to trust her senses.