While she wasn't particularly keen on parties, she was set on saving wildlife. Everyone else seemed to rake in the galleons by throwing large events, no matter the scandals that erupted from them, so why couldn't they? Nora had conservatory's committee for quite some time now, and being the youngest by a good forty years, had devised this plan as a new and fresh way of funding. It helped greatly that she had friends that had access to some of the best party planners (or that she could twist Charlie Spinnet's ear until he helped her out), and things seemed to have turned out well. So far.

For the brave at heart, there was a grand maze that made its way throughout the haunted castle. Guests would be offered clues to get themselves to the ballroom, and if they were truly lost (as Nora was sure was to occur), for just a small donation (it's for charity), any money dropped into a clue box would light up a blue path down the correct route to lead the way out. With all the Gryffindors that Nora had put on the guest list, she was sure they were going to triple their goal.

There was a simpler route than the maze, which was simply to walk through the double doors to the dance floor. Nora was currently wavering between the two, having run out of pamphlets to give out at the front entrance therefore giving her no excuse to join the festivities. She felt rather exposed, as Delilah had stolen her cloak, and when someone tapped her shoulder she jumped nearly a foot in the air.

"Bloody hell!" she let out, spinning around. "You scared the life out of me!"

Michal sank deep into his seat, his arms pulled tightly across his chest. He did not want to be here, as he did not think he needed 'rehabilitation exercises' for his brain, so he most certainly did not want to sign in. He swatted the tapping quill away from his head, and slumped further in his chair. The only reason why he even continued to be here was because when Seth had dropped him off at this clinic like an untrustworthy child, he had gone out of his way to loudly state he would randomly return to check up on Michal's presence, or lack there of. And if he wasn't here for his full hour appointment? Straight to your room when he get home! And he could forget about dessert after dinner as well!

While Michal flirted with many appropriate responses to his increasingly former best friend, he went with the surliest of gestures that came to mind... which was deemed so a few moments later when the old witch behind them immediately knocked Michal in the back of the head with her cauldron, screeching "DECORUM!" Doubling over in pain as stars filled his eyes, he luckily was too disoriented to hear Seth cough out a laugh while he helped Michal to the nearest seat.

That had been twenty minutes ago, and while his head had stopped hurting and Seth had finally departed, Michal couldn't quite say that old lady's strike had removed any unruly in him. Now he just felt more justified in never moving from this seat, because if he wasn't allowed to leave without enduring endless harassment from Seth, then he would revolt in the smarmiest way he knew how; by not signing in and meeting his stupid Healer, and most certainly not learning about all the potions, 'exercises', treatment 'plans', etc. etc. he would be enduring for the next how many months of his recoup time.

Just as Michal began to contemplate if it would be better to be sleeping when Seth returned, a familiar face made him perk up in his seat a little. What was Arista Skyes doing here? His arms across his chest loosened as he watched the witch breeze through the room with her head held high. He hadn't heard news of her sustaining an injury (though he supposed he had had a couple dodgy days...), so with his curiosity peaked, Michal continued to watch her go about her business until she eventually perched on a seat a couple down from his own. He looked around to see if anyone else thought this occurrence to be as strange as he thought (not another soul present it seemed), he waited before tentatively addressing her.

"Hello," he grunted.

WHO: Arista Sykes & Saoirse Mullet
WHAT: THESE GIRLS.
WHEN: over the weekend!
WHERE: ISTANBUL! tea room

( I did not enjoy that WWN party. )

Charlie was pretty sure he'd missed out on a wonderful career as a party planner. As he stared out at the dance floor, which he stood over on a platform where the DJ was spinning a mix of wizard and muggle music (even with some popular French songs that were actually pretty catchy if Charlie said so himself). He wasn't surprised at how many people showed up, but it still nearly startling to see how bloody happy everyone was to be there! Sure, some looked ridiculous with the fake mustaches that were passed out (not required, obviously), but a lot had actually grown out their beards and it was----cool, they tried, they wanted to be there and they wanted to have a good time. Charlie wanted to have a good time.

The Kestrels were not top of the pack, and while he believed in his team completely, the stress of the numbers had been getting to them. A night like this was necessary, and maybe it could rejuvenate the team that had lost some valuable members this season and had done a bit of shifting around. They were still trying to get themselves into place, and it needed to happen faster than it was.

Plus, Axe had been pissy all week that no one had acknowledged the anniversary of his birth.

Charlie grabbed the mic from the DJ and grinned, enjoying colorful scene laid out in front of him. funkybuddha club had been a perfect choice for the night, "Don't everyone tire themselves out! There's still a lot more festivites to look forward to!"

( enter funkybuddha club )

WHO: Seth Wadcock + Arista Sykes
WHAT: Children = disastuh
WHERE: Some W.Q.W. deal
WHEN: BEFORE THE TATTLER LOL

( Princess of Portree, Child Killer )

WHO: Miles Lufkin, Arista Sykes, and a surprise guest appearance
WHAT: There's something going on in the captain's offices
WHERE: Pride locker room
WHEN: TONIGHT

( Reason suddenly struck her, and she threw her elbow guard at Miles in shock, outrage, awe, and perhaps the tiniest bit of disgusted fascination. )

WHO: Seth Wadcock and Arista Sykes
WHAT: W.Q.W., could you not!
WHERE: Pride stadium?
WHEN: BACKDATED! to 1/11?

( I guess you’ll just be the ones who took the easy way out. )