If he could have set canons off to make a grand entrance he would have, but figured that he would just let his costume speak for itself. Even Pebbles had gotten dressed up for the occasion and was currently being held in the Astronomy professor's left hand while a humble stack of books were tucked safely under his right arm. Among them were two thick books on the more nitty gritty bits of astronomy - general astrophysics mostly and then one on astrobiology - and then some picture books on constellations and nebula and all those brilliant pictures that NASA manage to take year after year. He also included a copy of Aesop's Fables after being inspired by Miss Stewart-Quinn when she had stopped by his office earlier in the week. He also had a copy of Peter Pan in the stack for obvious reasons.

Approaching the table, Airey turned in his books and grabbed a name tag where he wrote his real name rather small and Captain Hook rather large and then stuck it to his coat. "You too Pebbles," he grinned as he made one for his pet in the same manner (Tinkerbell being all big and Pebbles rather small). He was just about to enter the main area and get himself something bubbly to drink when he noticed the other Slytherin perfect looking absolutely adorable rather nervous. "Aaaarg lassy," he said while waving his hook in her direction. "How be you doin' today, Miss Greingoth?"

Okay, no, he wasn't going to be able to keep up this pirate talk...but he was going to try to keep it up for as long as possible.

Entering the library, Gavin headed directly to the table with one of his treasured books he'd collected on his travels. He'd chosen the costume of a musketeer, since that was another of his favourite stories he'd read. Placing the book on the wizarding schools of North America, on the table he also donated five galleons as well. The library needed all the help they could use. He had been saddened to hear of the unfortunate events of the term before, and hoped that he could help in any way he could to help rebuild the selection of books in the library. Money to him and Kat wasn't an issue and because she had been unable to make it they'd decided to donate both.

Scribbling his name down quickly he moved back to standing and looked around him. He noticed a few candidates there already, and hoped to do some more mingling and meeting a few more of them.

Walking into the fundraiser for the Hogwarts library, Willow's eyes took in the one place she'd adored when she'd been there just a few years before. She'd missed this place a lot and when Basil had said he had wanted a few of them there, Willow had jumped at the chance! She'd chosen to dress as Maid Marian from the story of Robin Hood. She'd love that story as a child but finding the costume had been nearly impossible!

Giving them 5 galleons she flashed them a smile before turning her attention to the table where she was to check in.

Hecate came in on Alexander's arm, in a stunning black dress and hat, a black wig, and her skin was green. She was Elphaba from Wicked. "This wig is itching..." She said... "but the stupid character doesn't have a silly streak of gray hair... I don't want to be here Captain..."

Ian Amoroso came in an old fashioned British suit and a bowler hat. He was Marco, from The Night Circus. "Come on, Lafay... Stop being a partypooper. Bid on something... I may just let you win it..." He looked over to the podium and smiled. "I should, get up there and start this little shindig... shouldn't I."

"Yes, Amoroso... get out of my face." She said to him and got closer to Alexander. "Let's go sit down..."

Keaira walked – well, sauntered into the library. As she did each little tassel and bead on her dress swished and swayed. Her hair was curled, pulled out of her face, and pinned into a 1920’s flapper style. She was rather proud that she looked like she could have walked off the set of any 1920’s silent movie or out of the pages of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Great Gatsby. She was more proud because that was entirely what she was going for.

Placing a clean book on the table and grabbing a name tag she quickly wrote her name onto the sheet and smiled to herself as she glanced at the name.

There. She hoped people would get it.

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Keaira Z. Black aka, Daisy Buchanan

Looking around she spotted one Mad Hatter, James Bond, some colorful [s]creeperchild[/b] Dr. Seuss Character, and a bunch of others…this thing was going to be a big deal wasn’t it.


Amelia twisted her locket in her hand and held the stuffed dog closer to her chest. Today she felt a little nervous – one because she was admitting her favorite book character was in a book from over a hundred years ago…and it was magical but not magical magical. They had a good witch who floated in a shiny pink bubble that was most likely made out of sparkles, love, and fairy farts…she giggled at the thought, and they had a green-skinned evil witch.

Really. The evil witch was more real than fairy-fart bubble riding witch – Galinda – with the silent A of course. Because evil-faced-green-witch…(who kinda reminded her of Professor Lafay minus the green of course) rode a broom…not a fairy fart bubble.

Still. She liked plucky and disobedient Dorothy. She liked her because she took a house for a spin – literally a house…and sure, it was the storm that did it but it was flying house.

Flying houses were awesome right? And it was a flying house set to spin cycle!

Glancing around at the other people in the room she couldn’t help but smile. See, she was glad to see all the new books arriving. New books for their library were awesome. Especially non-magical books because then they weren’t like gigantic leather-bound (often sticky and covered in weird substances…like ketchup and other condiments) textbooks.

Still. She walked right over to the nametag table and made herself one.

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Amelia Kaikoura Johanson, call me Mika or else….
and if you can’t figure out who I am…you are blind…or don’t read books and just read icky textbooks.
Dorothy, Wizard of Oz

The Headmistress was behind the media/entrance table, actually, for once focusing on greeting people as they arrived and logging their donations, rather than focusing on making an arrival. It was odd to be on the other side of the glass for her but well, she was happy being busy. She'd already made her donation and had given away numerous books before the party had started. Now it was time to take care of the others' donations.

She might not have been happy that she'd been talked into wearing a ridiculous costume --- really, who wore pants to an event like this --- but at least other people were dressing up too. For now, she would just grin and bear all the leather and aviator gear. As long as the cameras were around, anyway.

And speaking of cameras.... "Minister Greingoth, Professor Lafay... thank you for your donation." The redhead accepted the check from the Minister with a positively evil smile, a smile which turned into more of a smirk when she saw the amount.

"So generous. Thank you for coming." She spotted Greingoth's BFF4LYF Amoroso just behind them and gave him a cooler nod. "Mr. Amoroso. Glad you could make it." Yes, where WOULD they be without their auctioneer?

Cassandra Rae-Branxton surveyed those coming into the library, trying to pick out which costumes she recognized even while she checked for faces she knew. A few of the candidates had trickled in, and there was that blasted unwelcome Minister of Magic.

She herself was dressed in denim overalls, her hair charmed into a bob, and exaggerated freckles smudging her cheekbones and nose, along with a streak of dirt. Perhaps no one here would recognize that the President of the Board of Governors was dressed as Scout from To Kill a Mockingbird, or would appreciate the rather elegant woman dressed so grubbily, but it was a VERY good book and she wanted to pay homage.

When the table cleared, Cassandra stepped forward to drop their book contributions into the pile - one for her, one for Mo, and six more for good measure. All were Defense reference books from her personal library, although not necessarily the most recent edition. "Grab a paddle, Mo, and we'll go find seats for the auction."


Mo's mother was under the mistaken impression that he was dressed as Peter Pan. It was probably because he was wearing a three-piece suit in emerald green that matched his green hair. But he wasn't wearing tights, or a feathered cap, so Mo was clearly not Peter Pan. Plus the fact that he was carrying around a watermelon was a dead giveaway, right?

A paddle? Could he take any number? He studied the paddles on the table before picking up Number 3. Symbolic, y'know?

"Right. Will you carry my watermelon a bit, please?" He offered the fruit to his mother, but she simply ruffled his green hair and headed for the seats.

Seth was glad he was back there. Not only was he at Hogwarts again, but in its Library. If you looked closely, you could see his eyes sparkling.

And you had to admit, he looked pretty awesome in that Indiana Jones outfit. Whip and all!

Alright, alright, it was first a movie, but they had written a book later, everyone knew that. Ahem. Besides, many people said he looked a lot like that character, so why not?

He placed a copy of Magical Moral Perspective, An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe and Achievements in Charming on the desk before proceeding to get himself a name tag. Yes, three books. One could never have enough of those!

Man, he sounded like a Ravenclaw... it was true, though.

Sophie came in with a veeeery looooooooooooooooooooong hairdue. She had succesfully made her hair grow a heck of a lot and braided it not so neatly - how could she, with all that hair?? Yep, she was Rapunzel! A brunette version of her, because she was never going to dye her hair blonde again!

"Uncle Seth!!" She exclaimed happily when she spotted her uncle dropping off three books. GASP! "Can I have this one???" She said already grabbing the one about Charms.

He was not even done writing on his name tag and smiled warmly at the sound of his niece's voice. "No, Sophie, not this on-" Seth widened his eyes as soon as he turned around to look at her. "What happened to you??" Oh... let him guess... Rapunzel? That was one of her favourite characters after all.

Awww... But well, if he was donating to the Library, she would be able to read it whenever it was available. So it was all good! She secretly hoped no one would ever read it so she could borrow it all the time.

"I'm Rapunzel!!" The Hufflepuff beamed at her uncle, trying to move around but her head was a bit heavy. Maybe she could try a spell to make it lighter. Ohh, cool! She could do that!

When her uncle was done with his name tag, Sophie put the book back on the table and dropped 8 sickles there. She gave her uncle a sheepish smile and shrugged. She knew how much both him and her father wanted her to like reading as much as they did, but they both had to accept it wasn't a fact.

Aaaaaaanyway! There was Oakey! The badger headed his way after getting her name tag and waved back at the older man.

Seth chuckled and rolled his eyes as Sophie walked away. He turned around and looked at all the people there, already spotting a few BoG candidates here and there.

Hm... this was going to be good.

Thanks to undetectable expansion and weightless charms, Ivy was able to carry several books in her small bag. Along with quite a bit of money for the auction. She was here to make an impression - that Hogwarts was important to her and that she was willing to spend a little money to help the cause.

Sliding her wand out from the inner sleeve of her new dress, Ivy pointed it towards her purse. "Accio textbooks," she muttered and about 30-40 Spagyrics Textbooks came swiftly flying out of her purse and landed on the table in a neat stack with all the other books. There. Now her part was done. She slipped her wand back into her sleeve, clasped her purse, and made her way into the rest of the library towards a very handsome man in a very fancy suit.

But of course, by the time she found Erik, he was already talking to a different woman... and offering her his arm. Well, that would simply not do. Ivy WATCHED them, she did. Oh yes...

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Last time Milton was in this library... he got kidnapped. By a plant. He got plant-napped. He was almost too scared to go back in again. The plant had been destroyed, right? Milton thought so... He was unconscious during the actual blowing up of the plant, but he was pretty sure it was gone for good.

After a very hesitant moment, Milton carefully and cautiously stepped into the library, casually looking around the floor for any sneaky plant tentacles that were trying to grab at his ankles. Luckily, he saw none. So, he walked further and set his old textbook on the table. The cover got dirty... so he bought a new one. So this was his donation. Lame, but it was a book and that's all they asked for.

Then he wrote his name on a sticky thing and slapped it onto his puffy vest and carefully made his way into the rest of the library. Phew. So far, so good.

Sierra was starting to feel really awkward. Why were there no other students nearby? She eyed the adults surrounding her, even Truebridge at the little table just up ahead. The woman despised her, she'd concluded, but at least Sierra only had one more year with her. She was just about ready to step into line behind her parents and blend in so that nobody would notice here when...well, someone did notice her.

"Hello, Professor," she said, still tugging on her dress. Frilly dresses and blonde hair wigs were just not her thing. Then her eyes grew wide. Really wide. "Professor!" she said, eyeing the object in the man's hand. "What...is...that?" she asked. The thing, not the books. She knew what books were. The thing, though. It looked like a ball of yarn with a fairy costume on.

He started waving his hook in her direction, though, and she got distracted. She was so not going to play along. "I hate frilly dresses," she said, "...and blonde hair wigs, too."



"...and this tie is too tight," Alexander fussed, tugging at it until it was sort of crooked. Since childhood, he'd never been able to get comfortable in a tie. When he and Hecate were children, he'd taken every opportunity to loosen his tie. It'd never been straightened back in school. "...and I told you, I happen to like that gray streak of hair. Love it, even. If the character didn't have a streak of gray hair, well then that's too bad for her."

"You may just let her win it?" Alexander said, raising an eyebrow at Ian. "How about she'll rightfully buy it out from under you?" ...and if she couldn't for some insane reason, he'd buy it for her in the morning. Winning an auction just made it more victorious. "You should, yes," Alexander answered. He smirked and patted the man on the back.

Sierra had been talking to the Astronomy professor, whom she inwardly blamed for the next thing that happened. In her nervousness and awkwardness, she ran straight into her mother's back. "Oww," she said, rubbing her nose. "Sorry, Mom." Great. She'd always been way too awkward at events like this one.



"Headmistress Truebridge," Alexander said, hearing the greeting and turning around toward the woman. He gave her a long look of assessment, wondering what his family apparently needed to do to start impressing her. He'd had a crying daughter and a not-too-happy-wife here recently, and although he wanted to move mountains to change things for them, he knew he couldn't.

"Yes, well, we wouldn't miss it, would we?" he asked, turning to cast a glance at both his wife and daughter. He handed her the check and passed his own smirk as she glanced at it.

"It's alright, Sierra..." She said and then turned to Alexander.

She turned to the Headmistress and smiled. We wouldn't miss it... "Of course we wouldn't..." Because it was mandatory for her to go...

Ian took the headmistress' hand and she kissed it. "Very happy to be here... but now I'm off to the platform." He told her and winked. "Try not to miss me."

Alexander winked at his wife as if a thousand unspoken words just passed between them. "Have a good night, Headmistress," he said, giving the woman behind the table a nod of acknowledgment. With one pat on Amoroso's back, Alexander turned to lead his family away. "Sierra?" he said, calling for his daughter to follow along. With that, the family of three disappeared into the crowd.

Marie Salazar-Gardner had not stepped foot inside the walls of Hogwarts since she graduated so being here today was rather exciting for her. Even though her husband couldn't come with her she was excited to see her friends.

Stepping inside the library she made her way to the table where she gave a check that was enough to cover her entry to the event plus that of her whole family if they happened to show up. Of course she didn't expect that to happen since Matty was once again away on business.

After writing her name on a name-tag she stuck it to her jacket. It wasn't the most stylish accessory she was wearing but apparently they were suppose to wear them since they were there.

Now to find her friends.

Where were Destiny and Evelyn anyway?
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Colby entered the library without his wife on his arm. He had really wanted her to be there with him but she insisted on staying home with Annabelle. He was really going to have to work on getting her out more in the next few months. He knew that once she had their second child she was never going to want to be away from either of them. It was going to be near impossible to get time alone with her.

Paying the required five galleons he gabbed a name-tag, wrote his name, Colby Formaggio, on it then placed it on his shirt.

Now to find Bryce and see what was being auctioned off, other than someone getting the privilege of naming the next flavor of ice cream in his shop.

Seren was excited. There was nothing nicer than the school community coming together for a good cause, and this was a good cause. She was mildly nervous, and that sensation mixed with her excitement resulted in giddiness.

Dressed as a more mature version of Jesse from Toy Story, Seren adjusted her hat and made her way over to the media table. She took one of the "Hello my name is" stickers and scribbled Seren on it. Then submitted her donation of two herbology books as her entry fee. Smiling partly because she was euphoric, and partly because there were press people in the vicinity, she then made her way over to the seating area.


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Cooper ecstatic as always, arms pumping, strode into the Library entance. WOW. Everything looked awesome. There were people! He liked people, he liked people very much.

Smoothing down the front of his jacket, and fingering the mockingjay pin that he'd stabbed into his jacket pocket, he then moved forward to the media table. Once upon a time he'd have been covering an event like this, but now he was on the opposite side of the microphone. Shame. He kind of missed it.

Nodding at some of the familiar faces by way of greeting, he proceeded to make his donation of five galleons, and a couple extra, because he could, he then attached a sticker to his chest which he had labelled "Coops".

Once everything was in order, he BRISKLY strode off toward the seating area. He wanted to get himself something good from this auction.

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Cassandra Rae-Branxton surveyed those coming into the library, trying to pick out which costumes she recognized even while she checked for faces she knew. A few of the candidates had trickled in, and there was that blasted unwelcome Minister of Magic.

She herself was dressed in denim overalls, her hair charmed into a bob, and exaggerated freckles smudging her cheekbones and nose, along with a streak of dirt. Perhaps no one here would recognize that the President of the Board of Governors was dressed as Scout from To Kill a Mockingbird, or would appreciate the rather elegant woman dressed so grubbily, but it was a VERY good book and she wanted to pay homage.

When the table cleared, Cassandra stepped forward to drop their book contributions into the pile - one for her, one for Mo, and six more for good measure. All were Defense reference books from her personal library, although not necessarily the most recent edition. "Grab a paddle, Mo, and we'll go find seats for the auction."


Mo's mother was under the mistaken impression that he was dressed as Peter Pan. It was probably because he was wearing a three-piece suit in emerald green that matched his green hair. But he wasn't wearing tights, or a feathered cap, so Mo was clearly not Peter Pan. Plus the fact that he was carrying around a watermelon was a dead giveaway, right?

A paddle? Could he take any number? He studied the paddles on the table before picking up Number 3. Symbolic, y'know?

"Right. Will you carry my watermelon a bit, please?" He offered the fruit to his mother, but she simply ruffled his green hair and headed for the seats.

"Helllllllo Mrs. Branxton, and Marcus," Amelia Annie Earhart Truebridge greeted the Board President, who had her son in tow. "Lovely costumes, you two." She logged their donations - more books, hurrah! - and moved on to the next person. Gotta keep the line moving.

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"Headmistress Truebridge," Alexander said, hearing the greeting and turning around toward the woman. He gave her a long look of assessment, wondering what his family apparently needed to do to start impressing her. He'd had a crying daughter and a not-too-happy-wife here recently, and although he wanted to move mountains to change things for them, he knew he couldn't.

"Yes, well, we wouldn't miss it, would we?" he asked, turning to cast a glance at both his wife and daughter. He handed her the check and passed his own smirk as she glanced at it.

What... what?! What was that look for? "I'd hope not," the redhead gave the man a perfect smile, a sharp contrast to the coolness of her tone. Yes he was watching her just as much as she was watching him.... mhmm... she could see what Cassandra didn't like the Ministry...

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"It's alright, Sierra..." She said and then turned to Alexander.

She turned to the Headmistress and smiled. We wouldn't miss it... "Of course we wouldn't..." Because it was mandatory for her to go...

Ian took the headmistress' hand and she kissed it. "Very happy to be here... but now I'm off to the platform." He told her and winked. "Try not to miss me."

This was why. Amoroso, was why. "Do take your time auctioning things off," Annie nearly snapped at the Secretary. She wrenched her hand away from him and buried her red face amongst a pile of books.

The NERVE of that man... JUST BECAUSE his name meant 'love' or some gunk, he thought he was Cupid himself... hmmph! He most certainly was NOT!

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Alexander winked at his wife as if a thousand unspoken words just passed between them. "Have a good night, Headmistress," he said, giving the woman behind the table a nod of acknowledgment. With one pat on Amoroso's back, Alexander turned to lead his family away. "Sierra?" he said, calling for his daughter to follow along. With that, the family of three disappeared into the crowd.

"You and yours too," she muttered distractedly toward the Minister as she busied herself with stacking and restacking some tomes.

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Seren was excited. There was nothing nicer than the school community coming together for a good cause, and this was a good cause. She was mildly nervous, and that sensation mixed with her excitement resulted in giddiness.

Dressed as a more mature version of Jesse from Toy Story, Seren adjusted her hat and made her way over to the media table. She took one of the "Hello my name is" stickers and scribbled Seren on it. Then submitted her donation of two herbology books as her entry fee. Smiling partly because she was euphoric, and partly because there were press people in the vicinity, she then made her way over to the seating area.

"Hello Seren, I love your costume!" Annie tried to cheer herself up by greeting the Herbology professor when she came through. See, she wasn't the only one wearing pants. The Board President was wearing overalls, for Merlin's sake.

Annie heard the auction starting then and craned her ears to try to see how much her shoes were going for. She loved the things but they just reminded her too much of Marcus. So they had to go.

She'd just stay out here and say hi to a few more people before going in herself.

Kanna had been so excited for this auction, she had called in her birthday money early from three relatives. 'It's an emergency', she'd said. 'I won't expect as much as a pen, come January.' And she intended to stick by that vow.

It was very difficult for her to come up with a favorite book character to dress up as. Very difficult. She almost dressed in an abstract representation of The Raven, from Poe's poem, but then thought better of the cliche' "favorite". Instead, she decided to dress as Green from one of her favorites, Green Angel. It was a short book, one that got raised eyebrows when she would proclaim it as a favorite. No one had seemed to ever hear of it. Oh well. Just meant that she'd be standing out in the crowd today. Especially with dark, ash eyeshadow and paled cheeks. All part of the costume, of course. Anyone who knew Kanna knew she was a woman of little... deviances from the norm.

The clothes she was wearing were mostly not her own, so the only thing that might let someone be able to pick her out was her koolaid-red, dyed hair, which she had not changed for the occasion. Her money was stowed away inside an inner pocket of the vest. Thank Merlin for undetectable extension charms, because Kanna was carrying more money with her today than she probably ever had.

She laid down a copy of The Art of Zen Gardening: A Herbologist's Guide on the table to get her in and took a badge, scribbling down "Kanna" on it, seeing as "KANNALYNNE BASTHOWE" probably wouldn't fit. After glancing about quickly, she moved over to the auction table, very curious to see what there was to offer.

Destiny Shepard Phillips did not know what she was more excited about as she stepped into the Hogwarts library.

The fact that she had actually stepped into Hogwarts, not the library, because everyone knew that that was her least favorite place in the entire world, or the fact that Carter was dressed as Waldo, and she could keep annoying him by 'finding' him all night. Finally, though, after long and thoughtful.. thoughts about it, she decided she was more excited about being back in Hogwarts. She could find Waldo anytime she wanted to.

Or not. Since it looked like Carter had donated every single Waldo book ever. They.. weren't hers, where they!?

She gave her husband a look before shaking her head and writing her own name on a name tag. Of course, she just had to put her old last name on it, just in case no one would recognize her, and once it was stuck to her dress, accidentally upside down, she tugged Carter in the direction of Marie. "After this, we go get potatoes." Because she saw them!

Charlie Devereaux made her way into the the Hogwarts Library. It was the first time she ever stepped into this school she was impressed - there was way too much moss in some places. Some places she was sure reeked - and others were most likely dank, dingy, and disgusting but she was pleased with the library.

They sure knew how to make a Library a great place to hold a fundraising celebration.

And today she was here on behalf of the Daily Prophet. The prophet journalist gossip columnist was proud to be representing her job today. Grabbing a paddle she made way over to the table to make herself a nametag.

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Gemma - A Great & Terrible Danger

Taking a book out of her purse she placed it on the counter. It was of course a copy of a great and terrible danger. She then grabbed a paddle, number nine and walked over to the bidding area.

Amelia had just finished signing her name, and quickly she dropped money into a the donation jar. There, she was ready, now all she had to grab paddle number Seven and walk over to the bidding area.

Eyeing the way that the seventh year was fidgeting with her dress, Airey couldn't help but wonder if the poor thing had been forced into this attire by her mother or father. Children were not dolls to dress up and all that - like those horrid beauty pageant things that made his skin crawl. "Yer lookin very nice," he said, somewhat butchering the whole pirate accent and slipping into something that only remotely resembled a Scottish accent. "Alice Through the Looking Glass be one o' me favorite stories from childhood."

Airey then followed Sierra's gaze towards Pebbles and proudly presented her towards the girl. "This be Tinkerbell, well, not really. This be Pebbles, me pet rock and she be pleased t' meet you." See? She was even sort of bouncing in his hand.

Making his way through the crowd and totally cutting in line, Aron set his donation of English literature on the table and grabbed a name tag where he hurriedly wrote his name down is almost illegible handwriting and then made his way over to Seren. "You are going to give me a heart attack you know," he whispered in her ear as he slipped one arm around her waist.

To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure why he had come here in the first place considering that the Board had decided they didn't want him so WHY in Devil's Snare's name was he actually donating and supporting these people? Oh, right. THEY WERE AUCTIONING OFF HIS WIFE!

Carter looked around. "Is it sad... that I can't tell the difference?" he asked her in low voice. He'd only ever really been in the library once. And that was during their final year at school. He'd checked out a book on fire crabs... because that's what Destiny was going to do.

It was kind of weird thinking back.

He then watched with a raised eyebrow as Destiny Shepard attached her name sticker to her dress. She... did remember they got married, right? And... those expensive rings on their left hand ring fingers?

And he was about to vocalize this concern when he was dragged over to Marie.

And he definitely forgot all about it at the mention of potatoes.

He was back. That was quite fast, wasn't it? Kennedy stood at the library entrance for a bit, taking it in. He thought it'd be years before he came back. Things change.

A lot.

Finally moving from where he stood, Kennedy followed Johnathan...who was where a Captain America costume. Merlin. Kennedy had been in a fit of laughter when he'd seen him for the first time in that suit. His brother would never change, heh. Kennedy walked toward the table, got a nametag, wrote the letter "K" on it, and stuck it on his shirt. Then he went ahead and dropped off one of his favorite books, Warm Bodies and donated five Galleons. He'd do anything to help the place that wasn't only his school, but home when he didn't have one.

"Come on, the auction's starting, Captain America with a goatee." he said, smirking at John, his eyes scanning the crowd for a certain someone...

Xavier Baltazar followed the boys. He was excited to be here. It's been YEARS since he's set foot in this castle. He didn't only just pride himself of his marvelous professional Quidditch career with the Falmouth Falcons, but that he was here with his son (step-son, really) Johnathan, his godson Kennedy and with his BEAUTIFUL baby girl, Peyton.

Aww, look at her, she was pouting. Xavier chuckled and patted her head. "Turn that frown upside down, sweetheart, this'll be fun." Of course it would. He was about to bid on stuff. One thing about the Baltazar's; they love spending money.

Xavier gave his eight Galleons and set Interview with the Vampire down. He was in a great mood so, he was donating both. *cue dazzling smile*

Oh. Merlin.

Could this day get any WORSE?!

Peyton walked in after the three boys, her arms crossed on her chest, squishing her plush wolf, while a basket dangled from her hand. Good thing she had her red hood over her head.

Did Kennedy HAVE to come? Did her father HAVE recognize her? She wasn't embarrassed of her father, Merlin, no. But he could be...meeeeehh...sometimes. And Kennedy. She didn't like him. He was stupid.

Now, she WAS happy her brother was here. HE was the coolest one, Johnny was. Come on, Captain America. COOL! That wasn't the point, though, and she need to get away. "Dad. I'm not a little girl anymore," she whispered, eyeing the people around. "Oooh! Look! I found a friend, see you later!" She didn't see anyone, but she needed to get away. She left the Red Riding Hood book on the table and skipped off somewhere, "accidentally" whacking Kennedy with the basket as she went pass him. Hehehee.

See yah, wouldn't want to be yah!

John chuckled and ruffled his goatee "I was debating all day, whether to shave it off or not." he laughed. He looked at Kennedy ""You stand out, no wonder people are staring."John teased, though to be honest he's the one looking pretty Interesting here.

He looked around and noticed his cousin, Seth. John and Seth had a family feud, that's been going on for 20 years. But he wasn't going to start any problems with his cousin, here today.

"Let's go, I want to go get me some good stuff!" John told Xavier and Kennedy.

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Seth's eyes synchronized with his cousin, John's. What that heck was he wearing? Seth held in a chuckle he felt at the sight of the Gryffindor alumni.

He said nothing, just nudged his head in the air to greet him indirectly. Then walked away.

Kennedy chuckled at John and raised an eyebrow. "I stand out?" Was he for real? Kennedy smirked. "Says the guy wearing spandex." Sure Kennedy was a bit messy, but that was his character, okay.

He glanced around some more, then spotted the food table. His stomach grumbled, reminding him he had not eaten all day. Mmmm. "We should go and get a snack first," he told both John and Xavier.

A snack?

Was the boy for real?

Xavier was here to spend his money and spend his money he was going to do. "I'm going over there," he said, pointing to where the auction was already taking place. "Gah! I think I'm late, I'll see you two later." Maybe he could find something awesome for his shop, OR his wife.

Either was perfectly okay.

Before completely leaving, Xavier turned to Kennedy and Johnathan. "You two, don't get in trouble, you hear." He felt the need to say that. Those two, together, always managed to get in trouble. He then completely turned on his heals and walk to get a paddle.

Nerida came in to the library...Readjusted her hat and placed the books onto the table and pulled out the money her dad had gave her. Ten galleons..She had to put a label on her pretty costume?? Hmm... She took one and wrote her name and found a place for it on her vest. The only reason she came was her godmother was making her...And it seemed like it would be intresting...Hopefully it was.

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Sky followed her goddaughter into the library..She remembered the school even though she had only been there once...But once was all she had needed to remember it. The library was even better than the first time she had seen it. She added her books onto the table and gave her donation of fifty galleons to the person. Took a name tag and wrote her name and stuck it onto her costume her goddaughter made her wear.

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Raelynn walked in with a couple books in her hands. She had originally been Rapunzel but after she changed what her sister did..She was a low key version... She had taken out the braid and changed dresses...The dress was much simple now. She handed the books and gave fifty galleons to the person. She quickly wrote her name onto one of the name tags.

Marie didn't have to look very hard for her friends. She had barely moved away from the table when she seen Destiny and Carter approach her.

"Destiny!" Pulling her friend into a hug she glanced over at... was that Carter with her? What the hell was he wearing?

As she stepped back she noticed her friends name tag was upside down, and it had her maiden name on it. Looking over at Carter she grinned at him. "You know, I bet your wife would use her married name if her husband didn't look..." What was the word she was looking for here? Stupid, goofy, childish? "...like a candy cane." Seriously, he was running for a spot on the Board of Governors, did he really think dressing like that was going to win him votes?

Beaming, Seren nod her head. "Likewise Annie." And honestly, could Annie ever wear anything that didn't make her look a million galleons?

Biting her lower lip like a love struck teenager, Seren blushed. "Yes, well, I could say the same to you Mister Lightyear."
Even though the costume was somewhat ridiculous, if nay guy in the room could pull it off, it was Aron. And boy did he pull it off...

Leaning into his side, she directed them to the auction. It was going to be an interesting one, and she wasn't going to lie... she was nervous. The thought of being purchased by a student or a stranger made her skin crawl. She just hoped the winner would have a normal, not-so humiliating activity planned for them. The last thing she wanted was to be walking around the school with her underwear on her head singing about Slytherin's greatness. No. Please no.
"So, are you planning on buying anything?" she asked her husband, not at all trying to coerce him into buying her.