"It does all sorts of weather," she said a bit offhandedly, as her mask had become loose and she tried to get the bow out. Agatha held it in her hands for a moment, looking back up at the ceiling. Sometimes she felt like it had a mind of its own, growing dark and stormy when there was trouble in the school (or outside its walls), "It has a mind of it's own, is my theory. When Hogwarts is happy, it's bright and sunny, and--" she grinned, "No, no, it doesn't leak."
Agatha eyed the dance floor, wondering how much effort it would take to get Fredrick to dance, but then realizing that she wasn't too keen on dancing as well. And, well, he seemed more interested in the magic than anything, so--why not make the night a bit more memorable?
Security was rather lax once you entered the school, as your wands had to be taken and put away, and Agatha eyed a quick route out of the Great Hall (the only way, really, but it was less busy). Maybe she could give him a real tour of Hogwarts. "C'mon."
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