#nox;event

when: a few hours after the fair's begun

who: open @noxstarters

star wars was all the rage recently. ludo can't deny it, nor does he want to. he remembers sitting in the muggle theater with his friends the day it came out, and couldn't help but be drawn to the story - muggles were quite creative, if anything. so luke skywalker had been the obvious choice for him when it came to halloween. they even looked alike, in his opinion. being a wizard was cool, and all, but ludo feels even cooler as he clutches his fake lightsaber in his hand - he'd even managed to put a green light effect charm on it to get it just right. ignoring the fact that he's had quite a few ales at this point, ludo stands out on the street, waving his lightsaber around and making faux saber noises as he fights the cool fall air around him. he loses his balance for a moment, and before he falls swipes at the air once more in retaliation - only this time it hits something, and a loud smack! can be heard through the crisp air. ludo falls to the ground with a groan before getting up, stumbling to his feet with an apology at the ready. "sorry, mate," he chuckles to himself, picking the light saber up off the ground and giving it another tiny swing in emphasis. "thought you was a storm trooper," he laughs with a drunk chuckle, poking the other in the stomach with amusement.

Sybill wasn’t opposed to parties, she just didn’t know how to interact with drunk people. They always seemed to be all over the place, some were sloppy, some were all over each other — ick — and some wouldn’t stop talking. It also was awkward that Sybill didn’t drink. Another reason she was odd, she supposed, but it didn’t vibe with who she was. She was actually a little worried about what would happen if she were to drink considering she was clairvoyant and figured as clear a mind as ever would be a smart plan.

But again, didn’t oppose parties. On the one side all those weird things but on the other there was laughter and smiles and hugs and love being shown. That is what she lived for so her smile couldn’t leave her face.

“Everyone’s a little -- " she swayed her hair back and forth, "but look so happy, don’t you think?"

Peter sat by an open window that was tucked a little away from the noise, taking a break from the party. He took a drag from the cigarette staring off at nothing in particular just lost in thought. Smoke billowed out around him as he exhaled watching it as it disappeared. As he took another puff a noise from behind startled him causing him to cough on his inhale nearly dropping the cigarette, he managed to catch it but not before burning himself on the lit end. “Bollocks,” he muttered between coughs moving the smoke to his uninjured hand shaking out the other trying to take out some of the sting. “Merlin, don’t sneak up on a bloke like that.”

It was far from graceful, but that was usual for Peter, never very coordinated when he was startled, or well most of the time. “Needed a bit of a break from all the frivolity as well?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. He sometimes started to feel a bit overwhelmed when in a large group, and felt it was easy to slip out, who would really notice his absence? Only his few friends and he had seen that they were otherwise engaged in different antics and he could go unnoticed.

The greatest benefit to a party, especially one involving those young and dumb enough to lose themselves to it, was the guarantee that none of them would know when something truly important was being discussed around them by their betters. Leaning towards someone she knew had their head attached correctly, she pretended it was nothing more than a moment of gossip. "Shame about Gringott's. I wouldn't have expected it to get much media attention at all, you know. Bit of a shocker, it was. Didn't think so many people would care."

Eavan was not having a good time at the Hallows Eve fair. She hadn’t expected to, really, but she’d known she’d have to attend anyway; it was too big a social event to pass on. So here she was, at a pointless carnival, in a carefully curated costume that not enough people fully appreciated, surrounded by drunkards, and cold. Still, she acted like she was enjoying herself, perusing the fair, sampling drinks, chatting with acquaintances. Practice makes perfect, afterall, and she’d been playing her part for quite a while now. 

It wasn’t until someone stumbled into her, and spilled most of their beer down her dress in the process, that Eavan’s irritation slipped out. An Irish phrase that her mother probably would have preferred she hadn’t learned from her father escaped Eavan’s lips in a hiss as she grabbed a nearby napkin to dab at her chest. When she felt someone’s eyes on her, she didn’t bother to disguise her irritation. She looked up with a sharp glare. “If you’re expecting a show, I promise you couldn’t afford the entry fee.”

ted had seen andromeda as he approached the drinks table for a refill. he'd never really spoken to her in a place like this. the only place they'd really spoken in public before was at book club and he wasn't sure that counted. he knew he shouldn't feel nervous, he had as much right to talk to her as anyone here, but still it felt weird. even he couldn't help but feel like he was doing something wrong. he suddenly felt more aware of everyone in the room. yeah they weren't really friends or anything but they had stuff in common and he had genuine reason to make conversation with her right now. "hey" his voice soft, trying to hide his caution. thinking it best to skip the small talk he dived right in as he poured himself a drink "i saw this band during the summer that I think you might enjoy- especially the lead singer, she was amazing, one of those people who capture your entire attention, really something special."

Sybill had spent a terrible amount of time on her costume but was terrified for people to see her in it. It was exactly on par with what she would wear aesthetically but the cut of the dress was so out of her comfort zone that she didn't think anyone would even recognize her. Maybe that would work in her favor. Maybe if the illusion of the sky and constellations moving about the dress and the crown of shooting stars would distract from the plunging neckline.

The plunging neckline. Why did she include a plunging neckline?! -- for something different, Sybill!

It was time to stop being a spaz about her appearance -- something she never cared about -- and enter the world. She apparated into Hogsmeade and immediately smiled, seeing all the costumes, even a walking Olive! Suddenly she forgot about her own attire completely. She was so overcome by the decorations and hullabaloo surrounding her that she stepped right into gum on the ground. She lifted her dress and tried scraping it off her heel -- who invented heels?

"Can you imagine stepping in gum the first time you wear proper heels?"

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."