#ahevent014

cooper cleared his throat, trying to keep his emotions in check. "they look happy, don't you think? i'm not even sure i should interrupt." he didn't say who they were, but it was clear who he was looking at through his mask. the dancing couple lovingly gliding across the ballroom. his parents.

Walden wanted to go home so badly it ached. This mask made it impossible to see anyone properly. He was surrounded by dead friends and bad memories, and he just wanted to go home. Luckily for him home was also a person. All he had to do was find him.

That was another thing the stupid mask made difficult: scanning a crowd, looking for a familiar gait, a well-loved figure. It took too long, far too long, to find him. Walden didn't care who he bumped into or stepped on to get to Antonin faster.

"Querido, mi corazon, there you are. Have you been to the library? Don't go to the library, or the smoking room for that matter. This whole bloody place is just---" He shook his head, reaching out to hold on to his boyfriend, "I'm glad I found you."

alex felt a bit surreal, mainly by trying to grasp his lack of emotions to the current situation. a lot of people that were seeing the ghost of someone they loved seemed (from what he could tell with the masks obscuring their full faces) to be experiencing grief or joy. alex, though, didn't feel much of anything as he looked at the figure of his brother, which only ceased to confuse him. "are we supposed to talk to them or is proceeding to stare appropriate?"

it wasn't often that anything spooked rosalyn anymore. but, seeing the young man she had been forced to put out of his misery years ago was doing the trick. she tried to take steadying breaths, but the mask almost felt as if it were trying to choke her. a touch on her shoulder forced her to turn from the window overlooking the garden and in a panic she grabbed the person, turning them around against the wall, hand snaking around their throat.

"i almost didn't recognize him." marlene pointed her chin in the direction of the man assisting the graphorn. "my own father and i almost didn't recognize him." she could feel tears threatening to pool in her eyes. "how sad is that?" she had been so young when he passed, not even at hogwarts, yet, but was that really an excuse?

Leon didn't really like asking for help. He had done so much by and for himself, he didn't like depending on others. But this he didn't think he could do alone. "Max," He said, glancing back at the balcony, "Can I can ask your help with something? I think... I think my dad is here?"

Leon was staring at one of the men on the balcony. Even though he could only see their back it seemed... familiar. "Do you think I look like him?" He asked, perplexed, forgetting about the masks entirely.

Ajax stared across the ballroom, transfixed. "Mom? Dad?"