The Hogwarts Hocus Halloween Hextravaganza, Before Midnight.

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((Okay, the party will be divided into two parts, one taking place before midnight, and one after the Halloween spell is starting to work. This is the first part, obviously. The other will be posted immediately afterwards but takes place roughly five hours later or so, in game time. Remember, this post is for partying only, and no people-turning-into-their-costumes crack!))

ASK NOT FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS, IT TOLLS FOR THEE

Jack watched the words that were magically carved above the door to the Great Hall, in plain view of everyone entering it, and he smiled secretively. Everything was set. Tonight was going to be interesting. Who would have known magic could prove to be so useful? He made a mental note to investigate this even more for next year. Now that Sally was here, he'd be able to discuss it with her at great length. She always had such lovely ideas.

Since Jack was not exactly a beginner in the scaring people business he had carefully checked out the atmosphere of Hogwarts and gotten a distinct impression of what was considered frightening here. Outside the Great Hall the lights were out and shadows lurked in the corners. At irregular intervals (but always when one was least expecting it) the mad cackle of a deranged evil clown echoed through the Entrance Hall. Small cats black as midnight stroke around the walls, not speaking to anyone but constantly smiling evilly at anyone passing them, showing gleaming, pointed teeth. Also, because Jack never had it in him to resist the absolute classics, bats were hanging upside-down near the ceiling.

Inside the Great Hall, it was less dark and spooky, but still obviously Halloween. Cool white mist was trickling along the floor. Jack-o’-lanterns hovered in the air around an area cleared for dancing. Along one wall stood a large table with various Halloween treats: pumpkin pie, candy corn, toffee apples, hot cider, mini-cakes and a large bowl of punch.

The Halloween party could begin.

Comments

[mr-vera.livejournal.com]

"Uh, yeah, you do kinda look like a twit, but that's the whole point, I guess. I mean, everyone else looks like a twit too, includin' me." He straightened his tie self-consciously. He had never worn one before, and one of the house-elves had to show him how to tie it (much to his chagrin). "It is kinda weird, but it looks like everyone's havin' fun, so that's OK."

[world-builder.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help but laugh. "Well, if I must look like a twit, at least I'm not, you know, alone," he said, nodding to the crowd. "What, really what disturbs me is that people, you know, people here once wore this and, and thought it normal." He supposed some of the galactic fashions he'd seen were no worse, but really this was bad enough.

[mr-vera.livejournal.com]

"People wore outfits like that?" Jayne guffawed. "Damn. Well, I'm glad they don't anymore. These monkey suits are bad enough." He plucked disparagingly at his suit - which was, in fact, a rather expensive and well-tailored Italian suit which the house-elves had somehow found for him. He picked up a mini-cake and ate it in two large bites, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "So how's the romance business goin'? You found yourself a lady-friend yet?"

[world-builder.livejournal.com]

"I, well, actually I'm working on that," Slartibartfast said, scanning the crowd for any sign of Ms. McGonagall. "I have a lady in mind, at any rate. Provided this outfit doesn't, you know, doesn't scare her off," he added. "I couldn't blame her if it did."

He took a mini-cake himself, examining it before eating it. Earthman food was, on the whole, rather good, but he'd run across a few things, like steak-and-kidney pie, that he could definitely have lived without.

[mr-vera.livejournal.com]

"Well, if she's here, she's probably dressed just as funny, so don't worry yourself none." Jayne looked around the crowd for a likely candidate for Bart's love interest. "Hey, it ain't that Christine gal, is it? That's a prime bit o' real estate right there." He ogled Christine Daae's bosom with enthusiasm.

[world-builder.livejournal.com]

Slartibarfast snorted with laughter. "Good grief, no," he said. "She's far too young--I'd feel like a...what's the Earthman term? A cradle robber. No, I've got my eye on Ms. McGonagall," he said, nodding across the room.