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Orla and Stewart and Open
Without much thought to it, Stewart had put his simple black mask on, and looked at himself in a mirror to make sure that he looked somewhat decent. He smiled when he thought about he really wasn’t as concerned about his appearance as his dormmates were. Ruffling his hair with his left hand, Stewart began to walk down to the Great Hall, wondering what exactly would happen that night. He couldn’t wait to dance with Dean as well as his friends that he’d promised a dance to.

Smiling to himself, Stewart started fumbling with his cufflinks and felt his face turn slightly red as he thought about how his brother had sent him dress robes. Feeling silly now for always thinking that Derek couldn’t care less about him, Stewart made a mental note to owl his brother tomorrow, as well as to plan to get him a great Christmas present.

Stewart shouldn’t have been in awe over how the Great Hall was decorated, after all it was Professor Burbage, but he was never-the-less. Not recognizing anyone in particular, he walked forward, the smile still on his face from the sight of the giant jack-o-lantern. Spotting someone who he was certain was Orla, Stewart walked over to the table where she was seated, making sure not to bother anyone who was standing or dancing.

“Orla?” Stewart questioned as he started to unconsciously move to the music. With a smile he sat down at the seat next to her, she was just as persistent as he was about not being able to dance, perhaps it was better to sit for the time being.

“Hey the Hall looks brilliant, doesn’t it? I knew Professor Burbage would go all out, and all the pumpkins!” somewhere along the line Stewart had remembered that he hadn’t introduced himself, it wasn’t too hard since his hair was a dead giveaway, but he turned toward Orla and put his arms on the table, “Oh yeah! It’s me, Stewart. You look amazing by the way, I really like your dress!”