Lion Pride

The Death Eater strolled through the festivities, trying to get accustomed to the weight and heat of his costume. He stepped back to avoid another dancing couple when he bumped into someone. The prettily dressed woman was unrecognizable in his costume, although with his black contact lenses he really couldn’t see well at all. “The fault was mine …. although I suspect bumping into a Gryffindor is sort of in the Death Eater handbook. Although I may have read that wrong and it should be ‘bumping off’.” He teased lightly. “You look great though. Having fun?”

Turning his masked head to look over the girl, he shook his head. “Perhaps, but I will forgive you. Who are you supposed to me?” His voice was growly, also sounding effected like the British accent. He turned his large body with black and skulls toward her.