Brooklyn was getting herself a drink when she felt someone approaching, turning around she saw Hayes a few steps away. "Fancy seeing you out here in the wild." She joked. "Unfortunately for you, there will be no dances here tonight." Hayes was starting to get on her nerves, not because he did anything wrong, but because she was starting to anticipate his presence at the club, and almost miss when he wasn't around. Slippery slope Brookie.

Ryder had had mixed thoughts about coming tonight. He still wasn't on great terms with Tina, the two of them hadn't talked directly in weeks. He hadn't reached out to her, but she hadn't to him either. So a potluck at her apartment wasn't exactly his first choice of evening plans, but Blaine was co-hosting and he would always show up for his best friend, no questions asked. Cooking for the potluck had been out of the question, neither cooking nor baking were his forte. Whoever decided that recipes should have things measured in both tsp and tbsp was an evil genius, or had never had dyslexia. Ryder had confused them one too many times to risk cooking for others. So he had put himself on drinks, though he often ended up making them anyway given he was a professional bartender.

The evening's activities had migrated into the other rooms, but he was currently in the kitchen fixing himself another drink. Puck had requested whiskey, so Ryder had brought everything he needed to make whiskey sours and old fashioneds. He'd learned a long time ago not to offer their group too much choice, or else he'd spend his entire evening rewashing cocktail shakers and making everyone something different. He had just poured the bourbon into the cocktail shaker when he heard someone else enter the kitchen. He glanced up to see who it was. "Oh hey, you want one?" Ryder asked, keeping the bottle ready in his hand in case he needed to make double.

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Kaya, mystified by the lights and the music and the gowns, floated amongst the crowd. While her mask did conceal her face, she was certain almost everyone could tell who she was. There wasn't much anonymity to these things, at least not as much as she'd hoped.

She'd hoped to have a good night, prayed even. But when she'd spotted the demon across the room, she'd nearly fled all the way home. Instead, she stopped at the bar. The anger that rose into her throat when she saw him was nearly too much to bear.

Throwing a hand up to signal the bartender, Kaya ordered two shots, both for herself. She finished the first before the bartender finished pouring the second, then ordered one more for good measure. If she were to survive this crowded party full of all the scariest people in town, she would do it with a little extra confidence.

arrive, enjoy two to four songs by spellbound, partake in the refreshments while secluding herself in the corner, unless pulled out of said corner by her friends. that was her plan for the evening. melinda was out of her element, she dressed up more than she usually did and the heels were highly uncomfortable, even with the cushioning charm. however, pushing herself out of her comfort zone was on her new years resolution list. so here she was.

all graham had been hearing about the last few days was just how great the spellbound were. their mere return to the stage had drawn a gaggle of students closer, rabid for a closer look. graham seemed to have the opposite reaction, given when the first song started to play, his boots led him step by step further from the stage "what a fucking headache," he'd mumbled as he met the buffet. of anything that might remedy his foul mood, food was the most accessible and so a pumpkin pasty found itself in his hand, then his mouth rather quickly.

as romilda had sat tucked in one of the open arches fencing the courtyard, she could still feel the bits of sweat clinging to her skin. after raising her heartbeat a bit and moving to the music upon the dancefloor, the heat had gotten to her and a bit of scottish october air seemed the only cure. that and a bit of something special she'd had stowed away. or, well, at least that'd been the plan until she'd realized her wand was upstairs and her lighter along with it— both abandoned, either forgotten or thought unnecessary. and so it was, when she'd heard footsteps come her way, romilda had tilted back, peeked at what she could spot of their attire (as to make herself certain it wasn't a professor), and called out. "any chance you've got a light?" her lips pressed together with hope, then with need. "i might be willing to share."

This party wasn't the complete failure Alecto had expected, though she wouldn't go so far as to call it a success either. It was passable enough, with enough food that even someone as picky as her could find something to eat and the not-at-all illicitly-obtained alcohol certainly did not hurt. It didn't do much to stop Alecto's eyes from fixing on the truly horrific amount of scarlet littering the place, though, and she took a long, slow sip of her firewhiskey as she stared at one of the tapestries, attempting to set it on fire with just her eyes.

As someone walked up to her, Alecto did not pull her gaze from her target. "This entire common room is hideous," she observed with a sneer. "I'm tempted to confringo the whole bloody place." Finally turning to look at the person that had approached her, Alecto raised one eyebrow. "From the look on your face, something just happened. What is it? Tell me everything."

Maya had been busy at her stand, selling various ailments and remedies. And some herbs on the side, of course. But it was time for a much needed break, so she could enjoy the festival herself. At first, she wandered aimlessly, simply taking in her surroundings. But she found herself standing in front of the various food and drink, so perfectly laid out, basically on silver platters just for her. "Oh, is that good? It looks unreal," she asks the person next to her, eyes on their plate before looking up at their face.