The Hogwarts Hocus Halloween Hextravaganza, The Bell Tolls.

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The bell began to strike midnight.

One. Two. Three. Four.

A brief chill passed through the Great Hall. Jack’s grin widened.

Five. Six. Seven.

He glanced up at the words above the door. They still looked perfectly innocent.

Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.

There was a distinct change in the atmosphere as the spell began to work. The world turned more unstable.

Twelve.

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

The words began to glow...


((• At the stroke of midnight, the characters currently in the Great Hall shall turn into whatever they’re dressed as. Their memories will be altered, so they won’t remember who they are.
• The spell is limited to the Great Hall, so should any character leave it, they’ll turn back into themselves, probably a wee bit confused. Should they re-enter, they’ll fall under the spell again.
• Muns for very powerful characters (Antichrists, gods, anthropomorphic representations, religious figures of any sort), I leave it up to you to decide if you want your character to remember who they are. Just remember, should any of them attempt to force other characters to remember who they are as well, they will fail, no matter how powerful they are.
• The instant it seems like a character is going to hurt another character, the spell will wear off for both of them. It’s up to each individual mun to decide what happens after that.
• The spell will wear off permanently the next day. It’s up to you if your character remembers what he or she did while they were under it.
• Have fun! Okay, so it’s not a rule, more of a recommendation, but still. ^_^ Also, you got any questions, or feel like I left anything out, send me an OOC note, yes?))

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[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

"You sing his virtues and yet you touch me with desire." The vampire mocked, running his own gloved fingers over his cheek, where the Sidhe's hand had rested. It was as if he was either trying to wipe away the memory of the touch, or cool the skin that had awakened under the creature's hand, had warmed and wanted like a mortal would.

"Tell me, phantasm, think you he is my fair brother?" For if they were related in any manner at all... The smirk that curved the vampire's lips was as sharp as his eyes, and his teeth were as white as the whites of his eyes.

[tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com]

"I think you are but pale copy and anything felt with you paler still." The Sidhe bit the words off angrily and yanked his arm away. Whatever game was being played he wanted no part in it.

His eyes darkened, threatening to black and the magic under his skin hummed like the sound of far off bees; angry and busy but not quite focused, not yet. The scent of cinammon and smoke growing stronger.

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

"Oh but darling, that's now what you said last night." The vampire cooed in fair imitation of what he'd heard mortals say, pretty mortals in bright colors that he'd coaxed them out of, bright-eyed mortals with soft skin and heart-warmed blood. And this Sidhe was nothing like them, he was cool and aloft, and smelt like magic (the vampire licked his lips, wondered if he'd taste like magic), and the bright colors were still bright but pale at the same time.

Stained glass saint, will you cut my tongue if I lick your window?

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"If I said anything in heat of passion last night it was to your warmer, more attractive self. The mortal version."

The Sidhe's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And if you have any strange connection to him that you have hid; any spell or bidings, I shall break them and then I shall come after you." His voice, if it was possible and with Sidhe anything was, narrowed as well; sharp as a blade.

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"The flawed version." The vampire corrected, toothy smirk not leaving his lips (and on a vampire, that was toothy indeed).

Loose long hair hanging halfway down to his hips in soft waves of black, he tilted his head forwards, making a few strands slip forwards and frame his face, dark against the pale, cold gold of his skin. His smirk widened a little, "What, you cannot tell if I have any claim on your pretty pet? Such a poor owner you are, to be so unknowing of his life."

Not that the vampire had any connection to Ryuuji that he knew of, but considering how alike they looked, it was plausible.

[tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com]

The Sidhe went colder, impersonal; drawn into himself with an imperial attitude standing ike so many feet of fortress wall between him and the rest of the world.

"Mortals do not give their love cheaply. Lusts yes, and mad fantasies, but not love. Perhaps when you have had a companion for more than a moon you'll know the difference between pet and friend."

Looking down his nose the vampire, with no inclanation to stay in its presence any longer, the Sidhe turned to leave. The room was large and he would at least see who else was there. He would gain some glimmer of information before finding a way to where ever Ryuuji now was.

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

"Didn't anyone ever teach you to not to turn your back on a threat?" The vampire snarled, the throbbing heartbeat of the Sidhe nearly as maddening as the scent of magic that hung over him like a mist. Annoyed at being dismissed like that, the vampire made to lunge forwards as soon as the Sidhe's back was turned -- the spell caught him before he could even make contact, ripping away the fake memories and change in magic.

Ryuuji blinked, dazed, and put both hands to his head, eyes shut as he tried to process the sudden switch back to himself.

[tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com]

The magic would have spun away from Terry anyway as a victim of Ryuuji's, as a Vampire, vicious attack. But as the Sidhe, Terry's blade had spun at the first hard words from the creature behind in, ready to defend himself, already at heart level. He hadn't even turned around.

Now he did. He blinked too, disoriented and having to remember why he was wearing what he was wearing. His eyes went wide when he realized he was holding a blade. They went wider still when he realized he'd been about to knife Ryuuji.

"Something's....fishy." Shyly, shakily, he slipped the blade along his spine, trusting the waistband of his skirt to hold it up.

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

"You- you think?" Ryuuji managed to say, eyes blinking open just in time to catch sight of the knife before Terry put it away. His eyes went wide for a second, the confused glaze fading from the green of them, Ryuuji unable to stop himself from half-snarking, half-teasing, "Knifeplay, treasure? Kinky. Didn't think you had it in you."

He stuck his tongue out for a second, forgetting about the fangs that he'd used his dragon form to draw out, and nicked it slightly. Not enough for blood, just enough to remind him what he was dressed as.

...And, thanks to that, what had just been happening.

[tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com]

He shouldn't smile. But a twitch happening with his lips anyway. One because Ryuuji teasing just made him want to smile. And given how unusual their sex life could be, it was just funny.

Secondly, Ryuuji dressed up as a vampire, using his own fangs....

Terry grinned. "Well, maybe I thought you didn't really have the fangs to bite me." Whatever had happened was alright now, wasn't it? Whatever strange magic had occurred - and had he actually been magic? - it stopped them from doing anything dangerous.

The thought of being magic, however, made Terry pause for the slightest moment. He could barely remember what it felt like. But he thought it might have felt a lot like being Ryuuji. Unconsciously he took a step forward.

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

"Then that just goes to show you how dangerous it is to make assumptions when it comes to green-eyed strangers." Ryuuji parried lightly, licking over his own lips and getting used to the feel of his body once more. He touched his fingertips to his own neck, feeling the pulse under the soft satin of the gloves, and then reached out with that arm to draw Terry closer.

Fingers curling over Terry's shoulder, he shot the other a wicked smirk, going with the flow as usual and not letting it interrupt his fun, "So, you going to stab me if I take just a little taste now?"

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"I have this policy about not stabbing boyfriends. It doesn't work well with the good guy image. It's also hell on insurance." Terry grinned and tilted his head, neck arching.

His skin was still charmed to shimmer and glow. But all it was now was the pretense of magic in the blood. He glanced at Ryuuji sideways. "It's only human now, will you be disappointed?"