#fortunate:starter

Dressed as a rather stylish vampire, Gaspard watched the crowd closely, a look of great concentration on his face. Could someone watching him tell that? Yes, he thought, since it hardly defined him, right? “This is so...strange...” he said, slowly moving his eyes to rest on the person next to him. He took a long moment before explaining himself. “I mean this spell...how does it really work, I wonder? I feel as though if I stared at you long enough, I could glimpse something, but alas...nothing...”

Sirius ran his hands through his hair and interrupted the person speaking to him, bored with whatever they were saying. They hadn’t been speaking for very long, but Sirius didn’t take long to lose focus. “Yeah, yeah. Want to go swimming or something? I’m bored.”

Percy glanced around the corner of the corridor, by all means looking suspicious though her intent was anything but.

Alice sat in the dining hall, staring through her glass. Her eyes were unfocused, so she was obviously thinking about something besides the food in front of her. She blinked and shook her head, looking over to the person speaking near her, not sure if they had been trying to get her attention or not. “Sorry, what did you say?”

Ted tilted his head to one side, and then the other. He looked like something akin to a puppy dog. He was holding a note by someone called Miss Echo, and he had no clue why he was staring at his name on the paper. “This seems less like a fortune and more like solid advice,” he said.

“They call it a Suicide,” Guy said, nodding to the drink in his hand. It had all of the sodas that Guy could get his hands on, all mixed into one--MagiCola, Zapp’s Lemon-Lime, Dr. Mojo, Orange Drink, Shamanaid, some yet-to-be identified blue sports drink, and just a touch of Butterbeer (for the fun of it). “Can’t say you’ve lived until you’ve tried one, right?” He smiled at the wix next to him.

Amos had accepted the spell as a night of sorts without any strings attached. Truthfully, if he messed with anything, none of the repercussions would be tossed his way. There’s no way he’d step forward, in any case. Still, he wasn’t feeling particularly rambunctious tonight. He felt more relaxed and inclined to enjoy the evening. He turned towards the closest person, his eyes quickly darting to look around them, as he took in the atmosphere. “It’s beautiful in here tonight, isn’t it? As usual, they did a wonderful job with all the decorations. It totally sets the scene for an interesting night.”