Mohamed was typically not one to dress up on Hallowe'en for the simple fact that he felt he had gotten too old to do so. The last time he had dressed up for the holiday was back when he was attending the university ... or maybe one of the years for a party after he and his departed wife had gotten married. Nonetheless, it had been a LONG TIME since he had dressed up. He wasn't going to let that spoil his fun this year though. For this reason, he was eternally grateful that the house-elves helped him by gathering some rolls of toilet paper for him.
His body mostly covered, the headmaster walked onto the dance floor, intrigued by the decorations and the skeleton mariachi band. After wandering about for a few moments, thankful that no one had stepped on his mummy wraps yet, he casually went to stand beside one of the Hufflepuff prefects.
"You look absolutely marvelous, mah dear," the African commented, gesturing at her costume that fit ever-so-perfectly with the theme of the party. "You and your fellow prefects did a wonderful job setting up da festivities." |