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missmmckinnon‌:

The worst part about not knowing who anyone was was not being able to keep an eye on Charlie. To be fair, out of anyone here he probably would be the person least affected by the visual aspects of the charm. That thought wasn’t much of a comfort though, because she couldn’t be assured that he was okay, hovery as it was she worried.

Marlene tried to focus, as she moved through the crowd, tried to place features she associated with with her little brother’s face on those around her. But she just couldn’t seem to place them, not on the cat to her right, not on the merperson at the table nearby.

Eventually she realized someone had caught her staring and she shook her head, straightening up, “Sorry, I’m, er, looking for someone.”

Gaspard tilted his head slightly to the one side, then narrowed his eyes--thinking. “I think you’re going to have quite the time with that. Given all of this...” He gestured about the Great Hall. “Do you know what costume they were wearing to this event? That might be a clue. Unless they’re something generic...” he looked off into the distance, considering it. “You could also go around saying are you so-and-so?”

#Marlene~

benjyfriendwicks‌:

“You can say that again. He’s got a penchant for the unlikely all over up an down,” That could very well have been the muggle born in him talking. Six years in and still there were some times when he woke up expecting to be back in his bed in Manchester, no school, no magic, no nothing. It all seemed so unlikely. This was just one more night, “Might as well enjoy it though, yeah?” No way any student was breaking that spell.

“Nice atmosphere though. You wanna dance?”

“Though, I’ve never found myself against socializing with anyone,” he said, almost like an offhand comment, and with a dry voice. “So it hardly bothers me.” It was mostly on the other person’s side whether or not they socialized with him. As it could be quite a time-consuming activity. “Yes, I suppose. I hardly imagine that we’ll have the chance to experience this particular spell again anyway.” He slowly turned to look at his companion, sizing him up. “I don’t dance.”

#Benjy~

tarotblack

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“Alright. You win. Fair point. But…do you not have a chivalrous side or do you just not show it? That’s my question.” He tilted his head low, watching him with an upward glance, concentrated. Curious. “I don’t think I’m very creative, at any rate. An intellectual…values learning…sure. But creative? I suppose I’ve dropped the ball on that one.”

Gaspard nodded, softening his gaze. “True. Many believe themselves to have something to offer that no one else can.” He considered the sentiment. Did he believe that everyone did? Did he believe that those who believed they did overestimated themselves? It was a lovely thought, wasn’t it? To not be a random, minuscule blimp–a particle of dust…less than that, really–in the scheme of all else? Was that a sad thought? Or a liberating one? Gaspard considered it for a while. “Though…I suppose I’d rather someone think they have something special to offer then to think they have nothing at all to offer, yes?” He hoped he wasn’t pushing the other boy away so quickly. He hoped he wasn’t getting to serious. “Ah, and is there any part of you that believes you won’t win?”

Gaspard considered Sirius’s words. He, himself, didn’t believe in procrastination. He believe in being on top of your work made the breaks more rewarding, since you earned it and since you wouldn’t have any nagging at the back of your mind. Though, he fully understood that not everyone believed this or lead this life. He couldn’t assume his way was the right way. “No, I can’t blame them. Though I do not really understand, I cannot blame.” Gaspard stretched his arms over his head, shaking out the stiffness from using them for so long. “Do you get enough of those times? The ones where life is slowed down and more appreciated times? If that’s how it is…I hope there’s a good balance between the two.”

“Well, what if people are in their rush mode? So they won’t stop to listen? You really need a better lake crier,” he teased, smirking wide. It was nice to be back to more lighthearted fun. He could be severe with pretty much anyone who came upon him, but being at ease like this wasn’t as common for him to come by. “Oh? And would you be so gracious as to tell me what, exactly, you could learn by spying on me? Give me a tidbit?”

Sirius flashed a smile that was all teeth. “Oh, well to find out whether or not I have a chivalrous side you’ll have to get to know me more. Maybe that’s the sort of thing I hold out for special people. Only one way to find out though.” He grinned as he teased the other boy and flapped his hand dismissively. “Ah, I’m sure you can pick it up. Don’t you make potions? There’s creativity in that, right?”

Sirius thought himself rather special. He wasn’t a complete narcissist, but was knew well enough that getting down on himself wasn’t going to help anyone, and grew rather confident as a result. He believed that most people had great things to offer, so long as they made the right choices, weren’t complete assholes to the people around them. If your net impact was a good one, you were a good person, and good people contributed to society, right? “I don’t think you should think about people in terms of what they have to offer. Can lead to trouble.” The question hit Sirius in the chest for some reason and he locked eyes with Gaspard. “Never.” Was that the truth? Mostly. Sirius did feel as though he was fighting an uphill battle, but he never yet felt like he was going to lose. Of course, Gaspard was talking about a water fight, so Sirius decided not to be quite as serious as his sentiment was and brought his hand up to splash more water at the other boy.

His eyes followed Gaspard’s arms and he shrugged. “I get enough time to myself. Sometimes things go quick for no reason. Time does fly when you’re having fun, right? Not fair, really. Even the breaks when I take things slow seem so short because I enjoy them so much.”

“Ah, if you have something to say about someone else, people will always listen.” Sirius found this out fairly early on, before he started at Hogwarts. Being a member of a very social family led him to know all about the world of gossip and how to use it. “Ah.” He smirked. “If I tell you you might get too embarrassed.”

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#Sirius~

forgetfulfortescue-blog

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“She is. This is true. I can only imagine the disaster there would be if we were both emotional people.” Gaspard had wondered, once or twice, how Persephone coming into his laugh had affected his own emotional state. He wondered if he had purposefully learned to swallow them in order to better protect her. Not that he minded. He thought the way he was suited him quite right. “Do I have to strive for it? Pink hippogriffs? What do you mean?”

Alice grinned, thinking about how funny it would be if Gaspard reflected his sister’s emotional state. She shook her head. “It sure would be something..” She shrugged. “You don’t have to, but it’s a personal goal for myself. Oh! Like, when someone tells you not to think of pink hippogriffs, that’s suddenly all that you can think about.”

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#Alice~

forgetfulfortescue-blog

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Gaspard hadn’t seen Alice in a long time. Too long. Even someone as in his own world as Gaspard heard what had gone down. He was a Ravenclaw, after all. And Ravenclaw’s stood for knowledge, no matter what kind it was. He was sure to keep track of Miss Echo ever since her first bomb dropped. And his friend had been the latest target. He searched everywhere for the young Gryffindor–everywhere, it seemed except for the exact right corner in the library. Up until just then when the girl was in need.

Gaspard reached into his bag, easily pulling out a pot of dark, dark ink. “Here,” he said, his voice low. He slid into the chair across from her, waiting for the moment he had to ask, because it seemed the right thing to ask: “Are you okay?”

Alice took the pot of ink from Gaspard and glanced down. She hadn’t seen her friend in a while, but figured that he’d be one of the safest people to interact with; that he’d skip all the emotional stuff and tell her some cool fact about space or the new potion that he was making, but instead he’d asked her just what she didn’t want to be asked: whether or not she was okay.

In truth, she wasn’t. She wanted to cry, thinking about her friends judging her based on dumb rumors, and she knew that they probably wouldn’t, but it just so happened that this rumor was true, so any sort of comfort they gave her by talking against Miss Echo would just make her guilty. She nodded and swallowed before speaking. “Yeah, thank you.” She kept her eyes down and blinked quickly. “Couldn’t do my work with no ink.”

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#Alice~

pandoragraves‌:

“That’s a fine point, but at the same time don’t you think people will have picked costumes that reflect how they are or want the world to see them?” Pandora mused, wondering briefly if her choice of this sort of fantastical Angel idea was a comment on how she wished to be on a deeper level, but quickly shunted it aside to regard Gaspard again, “It’ll be interesting to see how people work things out for themselves, though.”

At the mention of the nae Strahd and his idea of being a vampire, she laughed, “I guess I could call you Strahd for the night… I doubt the enchantment will let us exchange actual names so it works as well as any.”

Gaspard considered it for a long time. “I doubt there’s many people you could figure out based on their costumes. I also tend to believe that you can never really know the complexities of what a person wished to project.” He didn’t really think that his outfit said much about himself, other than vampires being a classic Halloween outfit. But what did he know? “I suppose so.”

“I’m not sure. Though, I’m not inclined to try. Kind of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?” He watched the girl with a tilted head. “And what should I call you?”

#Pandora~

tarotblack‌:

“Oh, I think it’s the best adjective, and I only go for the best, I’ll have you know.” He placed his hands on his hips and nodded once. “You really must listen to Zorro, he really does always know best. And even if he doesn’t… he does.” Sirius pulled at a fake sword that was dangling at his waist and began to play with it, smiling when the other boy acknowledged his joke and played along. He loved when people played along, it made everything more enjoyable. There was something rather familiar about the way that the person inflected, choosing a rather deadpan delivery style, but Sirius felt that maybe he should enjoy not recognizing people for at least a little while. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know… I can’t have anybody knowing my secrets, I’m afraid.”

Gaspard lifted an eyebrow and tilted his head to one side. “Is that an indirect compliment? Given you’ve chosen me to talk to?” He chuckled lightly, crossing his arms, echoing the other’s power pose. “Sounds like an oxymoron to me,” he said, though he was smirking lightly. “And yet, I feel like I almost believe it. And not just because of your sword.” He poked the end of the sword. It was pretty well-made, he thought, for a Halloween costume sword. Gaspard finally uncrossed his arms and lightly gestured to his costume. Hair quaffed, tight black pants with knee-high red boots, a matching red with a delicate golden design atop a puffy white shirt, and a black cap to top it all off. “But I’m not just anybody. I’m Strahd. The great and noble--not to mention powerful and rich--vampire count. Does that count for anything?”

#Sirius~

benjyfriendwicks‌:

Benjy wasn’t sure if the joint that still sat half finished in his pocket helped in this situation or just made everything more confusing. At least he was feeling giggly and he didn’t actually mind the confusing nature of the evening. Didn’t seem like everyone agreed, there had been more than a few confused faces, and anxiety practically rolled off of some people.

The person next to him seemed more curious than confused, “No idea, mate,” Tomorrow he would probably care, but tonight it wasn’t happening, so why worry about it, “’S all Dumbledore though, innit? If anyone can come up with something like this it’s him.”

Gaspard was used to much of what he said being met with a shrug--it hardly off-put him, though, as a grand majority of the time, he was merely speaking out loud to himself and didn’t expect much of a response. “Yes...he does seem to have an affinity for--drawing unlikely people together, doesn’t he? I wouldn’t say it’s not admirable.”

#Benjy~

tarotblack‌:

There was something about the stare that made Sirius squint, feeling as though he knew the feeling that it gave him. Of course, it could just be the fact that he recognized the person that he was talking to and that’s what was itching at the back of his mind, but he couldn’t help but feel that it was something else. He barked a laugh. “Oh yes, that’s a beautiful phrase, one that someone should always keep in mind. I’m glad that I’m confiding in someone trustworthy.” Sirius was having a great time. He wasn’t sure if it was because he couldn’t recognize anyone or because he was a little tipsy at this point, or a combination of the two, but he was all smiles, excited for the night to unfold. “Oh, I’m the best in the business. Efficient is my middle name. But, oh, I’ve revealed part of my identity!” he said dramatically, laughing again.

“Beautiful? Interesting adjective you’ve choose there.” Gaspard lifted a finger, and rubbed at his lip for a moment to think. “Why, I do believe that if Zorro tells you to keep something in mind, one ought to do it, yes? It can’t be good to ignore him.” He chuckled, pleased with the strangeness of it all. The man had an ease about him--a quick jump at banter--that Gaspard had noticed in someone else...though, the Ravenclaw did keep to himself quite often, and so he thought that maybe he’d be jumping to conclusions by assuming that that someone was the only someone with such a wonderfully astute propensity. There could be others. “Luckily for you, I hardly know anyone’s middle name,” he quipped, hoping it was clear that he did understand the joke and was merely playing along--even though his tone was rather dry did so. He was trying more lately to make jokes and play along. “What else have you planned for the night then, if I may ask?”

#Sirius~

pandoragraves‌:

The image of the vampire standing next to the nigh-ethereal Angel that Pandora had tried to paint herself as had to be somewhat awkward for everyone to look at. Even if one couldn’t quite place their finger on who either of them were, the idea of such two different creatures existing in such a space had to be startling.

“I think that’s the nature of the spell… meant to keep us on our toes and show us something… haven’t quite placed my finger on the lesson yet, but I imagine I will!” The smile that blossomed across her painted lips was beatific at the best of it and she gave was nearly beaming with potential, “Are you a vampire?”

Of course he wasn’t truly a vampire, but how was she to know given that they knew nothing of the people around them right then.

“Hmm...” The boy let out a low hum, let it linger in the air as he thought. “I imagine it very much has to do with--why, with how people make snap judgments based on the trivial things that seem so important these days--particularly blood, less particularly the houses--and how one should get to know the personality of a person rather than the...signifier of the person, I suppose is my best way of wording. Though I imagine I’ll think of something better just as I’m falling asleep tonight.” Gaspard clasped his hands behind his back. “Yes. I like to think I should be a vampire named Strahd when I wear this.”

#Pandora~

evenlilyloves‌:

Lily hums thoughtfully. She was patient and waited for his answer. What else did she have to do?Nothing much. She takes another glance around with a slow nod. “Jinx might be right. I wonder how elaborate the counter is?” She asked much too curious for her own good. Stroking her chin thoughtfully before she shrugged. “It might be interesting to test out if something makes it reverse?” She couldn’t just let the thought of not figuring this out go.

“Hmm...” Gaspard stared into the girl’s face. He thought, perhaps, just looking at what the spell did to his mind...forgetting as you take it in...yes, perhaps that would grant him some key to the whole thing. “Well, my guess would be that it’s either complex, takes loads of energy...or it’s merely too obscure for any student to know. I mean--I suppose I can think of a few places in which the spell would be useful, but...those situations are quite specific, yes? Usually what one would want would be either to completely conceal a location or a person, or one wants to erase a certain place, person, memory from the mind, but with this...” for the entirety of his response, Gaspard had spoken slowly, deliberately. “--this only half does both things. You know you’re seeing something or interacting with something, you just don’t have the details--and you forget those identifying details, but not the rest. So it’s possible that the counter isn’t all the complex or advanced, just rather obscure that you have no real reason to learn it...I imagine there are very few rather specific and rare jobs that might require such a spell, but otherwise...not.”

#Lily~

puremalfoyheiress‌:

“I am good at hiding stuff i don’t want anybody to know about me .in this day in age you could never know who who to trust” the young malfoy heiress was dressed up like an evil/dark fairy with hints of her house colors throw in the costume . “Nice costume “

Gaspard frowned and then tilted his head to one-side. He was taken aback for a moment. “Well...I suppose I cannot refute that...however, I am inclined to say that the spell is doing most of the work.” He then glanced down at what he was wearing, as if to remember what it was he had put on. “Ah. Right. I’m a vampire. I like to think his name is Strahd.”

#Celestia~

tarotblack‌:

There was something about the way that the other person spoke that made Sirius want to talk to him more. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, because he supposed that the spell was doing its job, but he decided that he’d keep talking to him for a while longer. He grinned and shrugged, laughing at the sound that the other made. “Maybe I won’t tell you, because what if you’re a snitch? What if you’re a teacher dressed up that I’m revealing my plot to?” He raised his eyebrows, then laughed. “Oh! Wait, you wouldn’t know who I am anyway!” He smiled more and lowered his voice. “Okay, between you and me, nothing has yet been destroyed, but I may have added a little something to the punch.”

Gaspard tilted his head, locking his eyes on his companion. “I would like to point out,” he said, “that even if I did know you identity, I stand to gain nothing by snitching on you. I believe there is--hm...the saying? Snitches get stitches?” The spell was doing its job and doing it well. Nothing stuck out about the other in the sound of his voice, nor the look of his face, and yet--there was a mischievousness he sensed in the other’s indistinguishable eyes and a certain, unique way of thinking that felt familiar to the Ravenclaw. As he lowered his voice, Gaspard leaned in closer to listen better. “You must be a rather efficient troublemaker if you’ve already gotten to the punch.”

#Sirius~

evenlilyloves‌:

Part of this spell made her nauseous, and that’s only because she wanted to know who the others were. So she knew who to stay away from, and the disguises reminded her of spinning on a merry-go-round too quickly. There’s a small part of her that wants to just swat at the others face, but she determined that might not go over too well. She puckered her lips thoughtfully, “Do you think it was a charm component?” The magnitude of the spell had her insanely curious. Tucking a strand behind her ear she had known that a non-muggle likely wouldn’t recognize her costume. Unless the wizarding world watched Scoobie Doo and knew who Daphne was. “I’d be curious to know the ingredients, what are your thoughts?”

Gaspard considered the question, longer than most would, of course. This was Gaspard, so he had to run through every possibility imaginable, of course. He never said anything without being absolutely sure of what he was saying. “Yes, I imagine that it would be. I do not think this spell is meant to damage any of us.” A pause. “Though...I suppose it could be some sort of jinx, as it is...mildly inconvenient.”

#Lily~

tarotblack‌:

Sirius adjusted his mask. He knew that it was hardly necessary, but why not add to the fun? Plus, Zoro was a cool character to be, so he whistled the tune of the theme song before he realized that someone was staring at him. “It’s Zoro,” he began to explain before realizing that the staring was more about the off-putting spell than it was about his obscure dress, and he nodded. “It’s fucking weird. It’s a good night to completely destroy things though, right? Because the teachers won’t know who did it.”

“Zoro, yes.” Gaspard hummed, putting the song together in his mind. “I thought I recognized the song.” By the time the other spoke again, Gaspard has began to look forward once more. Surprised, a sound came from the boy’s mouth--something caught between choking and laughing. “I suppose you’re right,” he said, and as he did so he tried to find something in which a troublemaker might find interesting. However, he, himself, wasn’t a troublemaker and found he was rather inept at putting himself in the mind of one. “I hadn’t thought of that. Is that your plans for the evening?”

#Sirius~

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...”

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tarotblack:

Sirius tilted his head. “Well, I can show the courageous side without being as chivalrous. I’m sure there are Ravenclaws that are more intelligent than they are creative. Or maybe the other way around, I don’t know.” He shrugged. “You don’t always have to exemplify every trait your house has.

Sirius’s lips twisted upward. He tried to keep his gaze steady instead of giving a sweeping look over Gaspard’s face, but had a hard time doing so. “Ah, maybe you are, but maybe many people think that.” Was Gaspard special? Maybe a bit, but to Sirius; he didn’t know him well enough to tell. He splashed his swimming partner again when he had slapped the water, and wiped his face. “Try not to keep up that mentality. You know who normally wins fights? The person who thinks they’re going to.”

“I mean, can you blame people for wanting to rush sometimes? Things move very fast, especially around here. So if someone’s trying to do homework they’ve put off, they might not want to sit and talk about whether or not a squid can feel things.” Sirius tilted his head a bit to dip the ends of his hair into the water. “But times that aren’t rushed are more appreciated, then, those are the times that matter more, because they’re the ones you remember. The in-between times when you decide to just swim in the lake for the hell of it, and shit like that.” Sirius shrugged. “Oh, whatever, I don’t know.” He didn’t like leaving things off on such a sentimental note without backtracking at least a bit.

“Ah, why? The job too hard for you? I’m sure once word gets out, everyone’ll know. Information is the fastest thing in the world. I’m surprised people don’t already know because I told you.” He exhaled a laugh and looked down at Gaspard’s arm. “Oh, you shouldn’t feel too bad, he’s told me that he likes you well enough. And I think I could learn plenty from spying on you.” Sirius looked up at Gaspard’s face for a moment, one just slightly too long, before looking back down into the depths of the lake.

“Alright. You win. Fair point. But...do you not have a chivalrous side or do you just not show it? That’s my question.” He tilted his head low, watching him with an upward glance, concentrated. Curious. “I don’t think I’m very creative, at any rate. An intellectual...values learning...sure. But creative? I suppose I’ve dropped the ball on that one.”

Gaspard nodded, softening his gaze. “True. Many believe themselves to have something to offer that no one else can.” He considered the sentiment. Did he believe that everyone did? Did he believe that those who believed they did overestimated themselves? It was a lovely thought, wasn’t it? To not be a random, minuscule blimp--a particle of dust...less than that, really--in the scheme of all else? Was that a sad thought? Or a liberating one? Gaspard considered it for a while. “Though...I suppose I’d rather someone think they have something special to offer then to think they have nothing at all to offer, yes?” He hoped he wasn’t pushing the other boy away so quickly. He hoped he wasn’t getting to serious. “Ah, and is there any part of you that believes you won’t win?”

Gaspard considered Sirius’s words. He, himself, didn’t believe in procrastination. He believe in being on top of your work made the breaks more rewarding, since you earned it and since you wouldn’t have any nagging at the back of your mind. Though, he fully understood that not everyone believed this or lead this life. He couldn’t assume his way was the right way. “No, I can’t blame them. Though I do not really understand, I cannot blame.” Gaspard stretched his arms over his head, shaking out the stiffness from using them for so long. “Do you get enough of those times? The ones where life is slowed down and more appreciated times? If that’s how it is...I hope there’s a good balance between the two.”

#Sirius~

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