Oh man. Off came the mega hot heels. Oliver should have guessed it would happen sooner or later though considering the redhead's open hatred of the things. He was surprised she even wore them in the first place. He looked down at her, even more so now that she was shoeless and inches smaller. “Good. I'm glad. Wouldn't want you hurting yourself.” He was being serious, but somehow, and even with the fake accent, Oliver managed to sound sarcastic.

He eyed her bare feet. “Want me to summon your Vans for you?” He offered with a cheesy grin. Creepy!Pirate knew a LOT about this Tarty Red Riding Hood chick... and he knew she LOVED her precious Vans.

Crap. Stupid saliva glands! He pulled a face and wiped at his chin. But OH the innocent act did not work on Oliverrr, hoh no, because he had managed to recognise his OWN girlfriend and knew what she was like! Jeez! Wait.. liars? He rolled his eyes Trixie stylie. Silly frustrating Cameron. “Would I be drooling if I were lying?” heh! Perhaps it would have been best not to even speak then, but still... boosting Cameron's confidence was always going to be a priority of Oliver's... even if it made him look like an utter creepy twat. He was just sooo giving like that.

He smirrrked. This conversation very much reminded him of how they used to communicate with each other before they started dating. They were horrid to each other! Oliver had always thought it no more than friendly banter; but he didn't know what Cam thought. “No. I don't need to pick up girls. They usually just flock to me.” He teased. “You liked that, huh?” He raised a brow. “Wonder what that Oliver kid would think about that.” Crazy CRAZY red!

“Didn't you dance at the last ball?” He raised a brow. “And you weren't all that bad at it from what I saw.” So now, under the guise of a 'pirate', Oliver just looked like a creepy stalker. He didn't care though.. he was kinda digging the fact that he might be freaking Cameron out just a leettle bit. He was evil for enjoying this, wasn't he? Meh... served her right for not RECOGNISING HIM!!!

“I said before, didn't I? I'm a camp Highwayman.” He drew his plastic toy pistol and waved it about. “Stand and deliver.” He said half heartedly, deciding not to mention the Adam Ant influences of his costume because he wasn't sure if ancient British culture was Cam's forte.

He laughed his dirty laugh at Cam's expression. He just couldn't help it! The laugh HAD to be a dead givaway as to who he was. ...But, no. She seemed far more distracted by the fact that he just called her a floozy in so many words.

Oh my Gawd, she looked so funny when she got mad. Her fists were clenched and she was waving them around so he took a step back in case she decided to swing one at him, all the while trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “Mammal? You're telling me if you and me were the only mammals left on the planet, you wouldn't even be a little bit tempted?” He squinted at the redhead and then winked. “...You seemed so interested all of three minutes ago.” Until Oliver's personality came out. That should worry him really, shouldn't it? Meh.

Oh the hair was crackling. Oliver felt almost triumphant that he had managed to push her so far. He was such a weird boy and thought Cam looked utterly hot when she was mad and was sending fireworks everywhere. Who did he think he was? Hehe! That was hilarious! “...I'm your date.” He answered simply. “An' I know you love me cos you don't look at anyone else the way you look at me.”

Cam was on FIRE with her insults. Black holes? Heh! He nodded, smiling. Yeah.. he had a right to kiss her. “Wanna come with me? I reckon it'd be well cosy in there with just the two of us.” Yup.. he was deliberately being a right creeper just to annoy the clearly already annoyed redhead.

She looked so pretty when she was mad. Oliver tilted his head to the side and watched her huff and puff and crackle and BURN. *le sigh* Weird!boy. But he was too busy looking at the girl to really take in what she was saying... somethng about nightmares and his brain? Still, whatever it was, it wasn't her best comeback ever.

And then her whole demeanour changed, and so did Oliver's body language and expression. He softened and smiled apologetically for leading her a merry dance. “...Ah you're alright.” He waved off her apology. “I think it was worth it to see the look on your face.” He squeezed her hand and kissed her cheek.

He grinned when she giggled. “...I'll be your Casanova for the rest of the evening if it'll get me a dance or two.” He blinked and eyed her. She hated him? “No you don't.” He said confidently as he led her towards the food table. She LURVED him.

Again? “I'm a highwayman.” Surely she got it now...

Sometimes it was frightening, how grown up some of the younger students already were. How terribly wise Mia could be, whether she realised it or not, and how oddly young it made him feel. Yet she still had that naivety, too.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of her.

"That's certainly one option. Though I'd have to travel on the cheap, I think. But it would still be an experience..." Raiden, unlike some of his friends, didn't come from a family with gobs of money to spare. They had money, yes. But that didn't mean they could be excessive. His father was a working man, after all, and just because they had savings didn't mean he could spend it all frivolously. Maybe if he got a job straight off, and started making and saving money, he'd be able to travel a bit... Hmmm. "Thanks, Mia."

A little bit of noise. Now that was a bit more him. Biting his lip, unable to fight back the grin, the young man turned his head and looked at her as she stood and came around the table.

...

That was the second time a girl had done that tonight. This time, his hand automatically raised to touch the spot, and a soft smile came to his lips.

"Prefect's job, that. But you're welcome." He glanced toward the dance floor. "I hope it goes well for you."

If it didn't... well. He didn't know Nik that well. He could always hex him or something, if he broke Mia's poor little rebellious heart.

He nodded in agreement. Think about what she said? He could do that. She didn't even have to ask.

Iris wandered over to the seating area. She wasn't really sure where Evan had gone, but it was quite a nice dance, really. She was kind of glad that she'd lost Evan somewhere, though. Iris didn't know why, but she had the feeling that something important was going to happen. What that thing was though, she couldn't tell you.

Grabbing some butterbeer, Iris made her way to an empty table and sat down.

The prefect set the bottle down on the table, and picked up a shiiiiiny, silver plate. Then, she started to examine her reflection in the plate. Just to make sure that all of her glitter and rainbow make up was still in tact.

Hehe.

Having gotten a moment's rest from the dancefloor Lexi made her way over to the crowded seating area. She was struggling to get through when she spotted a girl that looked around the same age as she was... looking at herself in a plate. Lexi smiled as she got closer and saw GASP! She was dressed as Iris, Hera's messenger. Too awesome!

She stopped by the table the girl was seated at and cleared her throat as she stood a bit taller. "Iris. Have you any messages for your queen?" she said in a VERY regal voice before giving a little giggle!snort.

Iris looked up from the plate when someone spoke her name. It was someone that she didn't recognise at all. In fact... Iris hadn't seen this girl before in her LIFE.

Your queen.

The prefect looked at the girls costume.

Ohhhhhhh....

Realisation hitting her, Iris stifled a giggle. This girl was dressed up as Hera, and Iris was dressed up as Iris. Teehee. "No, M'lady." Iris said, putting the plate down and deciding to play along. She stood up, and curtseyed to the girl. "I'm afraid I don't. There was one boy, near the food. Believed that a banana was a person. He could possibly do with some help, but I've no messages from anyone." Iris bit onto her bottom lip, trying not to just laugh. Instead, she let out a little gigglesnort. Just like how the other girl did.

Hmm. Because there was a Hera, did that mean that Zeus was hanging about somewhere?

Lexi giggled a little but tried to maintain the strightest face she could. "Very well. Zeus should be along shortly... There was seriously a person that thought a banana was a person. That is very troubling and I will have to offer my assistance to him before the night's end," she said before breaking her stature and doubling over with laughter.

"OMG that was epic! Ilove your costume! It is so beautiful. I'm Lexi. |Lexi Denver. You're the Slytherin Prefect aren't you?" Lexi said and gave the girl a little curtsey of her own before plopping down in a seat.

After several moments of being distracted by everything, Hailey decided that maybe it was just a good idea to parade over to the seating area; wearing the Canadian flag as a cape shockingly hadn't tripped her up yet but she knew that was only a matter of time until it happened. She hadn't seen her accomplices around but it didn't matter, she was having fun on her own and didn't want to draw any extra attention.

Taking a seat and removing her gloves, she looked over at the dance floor for a second before thinking about what was next in the list of plans for this term and next. What the Hogwarts students had seen from her this term was nothing in comparison to the big picture. She adjusted her masquerade mask a bit before realizing how odd that looked with the rest of her costume but in a way it worked.

It was so crowded in the seating area. Almost defeated the purpose of leaving the food table. Almost. There had been one food fight and she didn't want to be around in case a second one began. The students in this castle were crazy enough to start another she believed, even with Lafay around.

Hands full of pumpkin juice and pie, she weaved her way through the tables, searching for her to sit at. Hmm. They all seemed to be...taken.

There was one though, with some guy in black. Hm. She moved closer to the student, eying him as she did. He wouldn't care if she joined him, would he. It wasn't like they had assigned seats or anything.

Hmmm.

Arya sloooowly slid into a seat across from him, placing her food on the table. Attempting to look like she wasn't watching him, but she was. She took a small slooow bite of her pie, still not 'watching' him to gauge his reaction.

The young man had been sitting there quietly after Mia left; the hand that had touched his cheek had slowly slipped down and folded itself on the table, and he was just considering getting up and going to find Nia again when someone else joined him at the table.

A very familiar someone else.

Resisting the urge to smile, one hand rose and rubbed his face as he observed Arya. She was obviously watching him, though seemed to be trying to not do so as she picked at her food.

Knowing his voice would give him away, he didn't open his mouth to speak. However, he did tilt his head to the side, eyes set very intently on her so she'd know that even if she was trying to not watch him, he was definitely watching her.

Whoever this masked student was, didn't seem to bothered with Arya sitting across from him, so she made herself a bit more comfortable in the chair while still eating her pie and 'not' watching him. Or maybe he was and just wasn't saying anything. Meh.

Even though she wasn't looking directly at him, she could tell he was watching her, staring at her as she ate her pie. Did he want some. Hm. Still not really watching him, she poked her other slice of pie towards him a bit.

His if he wanted, whoever he was. But he'd have to get his own drink.

Behind the mask, one eyebrow raised, and he watched her nudge a piece of pie towards him. Did she know who he was? Or was she just being her usual generous self?

A half-grin played over his lips, and he leaned forward, across the table a bit. One hand extended and touched the edge of the plate.

'Much appreciated, Little Miss," he murmured, taking care to lower his voice a little bit, to hopefully throw her off. It would be interesting to see how long he could keep her guessing about who he was. "Do you often share food with strangers that lurk in dark corners during parties?"

He was taking the pie. A good sign she supposed. Letting a satisfied smile cross her own features, she took another bite of her slice of pie, eyes now fixed on the student. He...had she seen him before? Class maybe. She was unsure since almost all of his face was covered with that mask.

"Your welcome," she responded after a moment, eyes narrowing just the slightest. His voice seem vaguely familiar, one she was almost positive she was familiar with. But she couldn't be certain, it didn't quite match. Hm. "Normally I would be sharing my food in a better lit corner of the party with almost anyone." She grinned. "This corner's not that dark though, and your not that strange."

"Do you always lurk around the corner's of parties?" Getting him to speak would help figure who exactly he was. Mmhmm.

Giving the pie an inquisitive poke with a fork, he let his gaze linger on it for a moment - ensuring it wasn't the one kind that could make him sick - before looking back at the little Puff. The blatant stare... heh.

She was trying to figure him out, wasn't she. He leaned back in his seat again, legs stretching out beneath the table, and continued prodding the pie with the fork. After a moment, he scraped a little bit off and stuck it in his mouth.

He too was going to continue blatantly watching.

"Darker than others, I'd suspect. And considering you don't seem to realise who I am... strange enough, don't you think?"

Did he lurk in corners? No, he didn't suppose he normally did. At least last term he hadn't, and the few smaller parties he'd been to, he hadn't. He'd been... rather out there.

"My date tries to prevent that, I think. She probably wouldn't find it amusing if she knew I'd wandered off and ended up here."

Nia wanted him to have a good time. And he was. He just... preferred a bit of time to sit quietly, too.

She continued to take small bites out of the pie, watching him poke is slice with mild curiosity. It had crossed her mind that giving him that slice of pie meant she wouldn't have one after finishing her current slice, so she made note to eat at a slower pace.

"'s not that much darker than the others, I don't have to squint or anything to see you." She tilted her head to the side, shoulders shrugging lightly. "Maybe. And maybe I do know who you are, just not certain."

Something clicked insider her head the more he spoke, informing her of just who he was. But Raiden didn't have long hair last she saw him. And he didn't make a habit of wearing masks.

"I don't think your friends would either. Bet they would like to see you out there," she waved her fork at the rest of the party. "Can't find you if your hiding out in corners." Her finding him had been pure coincidence.

"Dark enough," he mused, giving the pie another gentle poke. He was being a picky eater; most likely, this was because he figured he'd probably end up giving it back to her. She'd wanted it, after all, and that was why she'd had it. Her sharing it with him was probably just a way to open conversation. "You do? Care to voice your guesses, then?"

Of course she'd figure him out quickly. She was one of the few he'd suspected would. It wasn't a surprise in the least, if his name was the first out of her mouth.

"They might not even know I'm here." It was a simple fact to be pointed out. He hadn't told anyone he would be. Only Nia had really known. Sure, he was probably expected to be here, because of the Champion thing, but he hadn't shown his (masked) face at the Champions tabl yet, and only a few had been allowed to know who was behind the mask. "Who knows. I'm sure they don't much miss me, though."

They either had dates, or were eating pie. Hehe.

Her eyes flicked around the area they occupied. She really hadn't been paying much attention to where she was wondering to, just looking for a seat really. So it hadn't registered that it was darker than the others until he brought it up. Explained why less students were surrounding them than those closer to the dance floor.

She took another bite of her pie, eyes back on him to watch him pick at his. "Raiden," she stated simply, waving her fork at his hair. "Though your hair is longer. Last time I saw him, his hair wasn't so long."

"I doubt it," she surely hadn't known that he was here. She had figured he would show up at sometime during the night, as far as she knew he wasn't one for avoiding parties. Though this was only the second party they had attended together. Still, even though she had expected him to be here, she hadn't expected him to be sitting alone in the corner masked and dressed in black. It was so out of character. "Highly unlikely. Bet they miss you tons, more than you know. Probably looking for you now out on the dance floor."

Certainly not where they were currently sitting. Wouldn't think to look for Raiden here.

Of course she'd known. Absently, he wondered how quickly she'd figured it out; a small smile crossed his lips, and he ran his thumb along the edge of the mask. Good at keeping out strangers. Not so good with friends.

"It is terribly long, isn't it," he mused, tugging his fingers through the length of it before brushing it back behind his ear. "I've not decided if I should keep it this way or not."

Nia liked it like this. Though he would definitely not be taking her up on the whole 'braiding' thing. He was a fan of uncomplicated things, especially on his own head.

"I've never been much of a dancer." Certainly they wouldn't be expecting him out there. He knew how to dance, yes, and had improved at it, but that didn't mean that people would be looking for him out there.

Yes. He was being technical.

She watched him mess with his hair, hand absently reaching for her drink. "Its not terribly long." It wasn't her long or Ivory long. But maybe, considering that he was a guy, it was terribly long. Certainly was longer than she was used to seeing. "You should keep it," she decided for him. "Its nice long, and you can do more things with long hair."

Really wasn't much to be done with short hair.

"Doesn't mean you can't be out there, or that you have to be dancing. You could of been passing through the dancing crowd instead of walking around." Plenty of reasons for him to be out there on the dance floor in her eyes. She tilted her head to the side and considered him for a moment. "Why are you sitting back here anyway?"

She wasn't average and she didn't particularly care what anyone thought of her bare feet. She wriggled her toes, casting her eyes down to her feet as he spoke. The sarcasm wasn't missed on her. She grinned. "You'd love the opportunity to save a damsel in distress. Makes you feel all.. important?" She asked teasingly, picking the red patent punishers and looking for a place to 'lose them'. Could she chuck them in the bin? Bit of a waste of 14 quid - hard earned cash that was.

Contemplating in what way to ensure a quick, easy demise to the shoes before Lorelai forced her to be 'lady like' and put them back on, Cameron heard the pirate!boy speak and frowned. Her vans? Her comfy, beat, ruff and tumble GORGEOUS Vans. That this stranger was offering to summon for her. She gulped. Erm.. "Vans?" She asked weakly. "You're not a stalker are you?" Why would anyone stalk Cameron? This tot was a creepo.

"....." How good was this stalker anyway? HMM?

"My.. um.. my yellow Vans?" She asked, cringing at the very thought. Yellow. She was allergic to the colour - she was sure. It was just ugly. And bright but this creepy pirate/stalker was sort of freaking her out.

The redhead smiled sweetly as pirate!boy recovered from his lapse in normality. Honestly.. who DROOLED at someone?! She fought the urge to slap him for being so indecent. But restrained. She would be normal, if he wouldn't.

She sighed - he was starting to get on her nerves. "You might be a really good liar.. or.. OR you have a salivary gland problem." She smiled, satisfied that her conclusion could accurately explain his drooling. The redhead pulled the red shoes to her eye level and sighed again. This was hopeless. She didn't want to WEAR them.. but she didn't have anywhere to put them. She couldn't just shove them underneath the food table could she?

HUH!? She eyed this kid. Was he being honestly and truly conceited or was this his ploy to 'get women to flock to him'. She scoffed. "You know what?" She asked, flailing the heels near his face. "Need to DEFLATE your ego's." She scowled. He'd been charming for about FIVE minutes and now she really wanted to ram the side of the heel into his nose.

"Oliver would do nothing." She was sort of disappointed with that statement. "My boyfriend is not even remotely jealous. Heck, he'd probably become friends with you." She pouted a bit. Cameron was the freakily protective one. Oliver was so anti-fighting he would probably end up mates with the creepy!pirate. She sighed.

.... Cameron looked up alarmed. "Excuse me?" She whispered, taking a step back from the boy. "How did you know that?" She asked quickly, once again aiming that heel at his face. "How.did.you.know.that!?" He was stalking her. Oh my god. HE WAS STALKING HER.

he was a FREAKING STALKER!!!!11one!~!11111dsjfsd;flksjds dfslfsdfs

"Who are you, why are you stalking me and MERLIN, if you don't tell me I will incapacitate you with this heel. I WILL!" This was so pathetically NOT her way of dealing with things - there was too much glitter!puff in this method - but if it got the information out of weirdo!kid, she was all for it.

Stand.. and what sorry? She eyed him boredly as he presented his plastic pistol to her. "Awesome.." She told him dryly. "Next you can show me your lootings and that'll just make my night!" Sarcasm. Dear, sweet sarcasm.

But she didn't care about his sword. She didn't care about his utterly obnoxious behavior. No. He'd called her EASY, then he'd kissed her and now he expected her to MATE WITH HIM!?
"I wouldn't willingly go there if you were the last DUGBOG on earth." And she shook the shoes in his face and huffed. IDIOT.
Interested? She huffed, visibly deflating. "That was before you assaulted me." She didn't LIKE being touched by strangers. Especially not being KISSED by them..

She all but started crying in frustration as he then proclaimed that she was his date. Cameron blinked in shock, arms falling to her sides. "WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ME!" She yelled, causing several people to turn and stare. She cast them a furious glare and turned back to the boy.
"I don't.. *unintelligible noises* askjdf;laskdjf!" She beat her fist into his chest and flailed. "LOVE YOU!" Urrrrrrrrrrrh!

COME WITH HIM IN A BLACKHOLE? "Oh you stupid, annoying, twat. I wouldn't go anywhere with you. Take your deceiving charm and use it on some blonde bimbo. I want to go find my boyfriend." And maybe pout enough that she'd get some sympathy.

He looked amused and she really wanted to leave. What a twat..

... Or.. she was.

Ooopsydaisy.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pouting. "You are so mean," She protested but it was rather futile. She half-smiled, peeking up at him as he offered her a appealing compromise. "No creepy!pirate, then?" She grinned. "You should've said.. I was freaking out when he.. I mean.. you.. kissed me." Eh. Awkward. She scowled. She didn't but he was STILL mean.

Ohh.. right.. "I know what that is.." Not..

Iris nodded very seriously at the girl. The boy who thought "Dave" the Banana had been left for dead was very serious indeed. Stifling a giggle, Iris grinned. So - there WAS a Zeus! Muahaha. This was too cool. As the girl burst out laughing Iris began to laugh, too. Teehee. Acting is fun.

Giggling, Iris sat back down in her seat. "Epic it was, it was!" Iris bit the inside of her lip to try to stop the laughter. "Thanks. I love your costume, too. It's very pretty." Aye. She made a very good Hera. "Nice to meet you Lexi. Yeah... I'm one of the prefects. Iris Beaumont."

Pfft. Now, lets see if Lexi makes as big a deal about the whole 'your dressed up as your name' thing, like Legend did.

Lexi laughed so hard she had little tears coming from her eyes and she was having to fight to get a deep breath. Hehehe. She got easily tickled. Epic. Total win.

Lexi then beamed at the girl and said, "Thank you so much! But it is hardly as pretty as all of the rainbows." That she truly meant! The girl's costume was so precious. "It's so nice to meet you, Iris! What made you come to the ball as Iris? I know I love Greek Mythology that is why I chose Hera and Zeus for my boyfriend and myself," she explained with a grin.

Wearing her cute, simple, red dress Lara entered the hall with a big smile on her face , she's never known that they have a party at the end of the term. It was fun she thought to herself. She liked the atmosphere here it was friendly and sweet! Because Lara just loves places that are crowded and ful of students. She chosed a chaire and sat on moving her eyes trying to find a fimiliar face. Or anyone she can talk to, because she can't keep quite without talking , so she was looking around at all those students........

As he was standing alone and looking around, Mark noticed a girl, who was standing near him, also on her own. She was smiling friendly, so he decided to go and introduce himself. It was a good thing that he has overcome his shyness a few years ago, so he casually walked to the girl and said:
"Hello. I am Mark, and you are?", he smiled, asking her.

"Zorro"spinning around his cape fluttering as he puts on his mask and as he tucks back his cape you can see the hilt to his rapier " so if yall have talked yall must be ready to dance " going in to a low bow and putting his hand out for Em." mee Lady "winking at Britt and extending his outher hand " Mee Bestee "

Emmaleigh's brows knit as she thought, "Zorro? isn't he the guy with Tonto?" She watched as he spun around messing with his cape, and she shook her head and smiled. "Capes make everything awesome."
At Michael's mention of dancing, her smile faltered. her eyes quickly flicked over to the dance floor, and then back at Michael. She had never actually danced before. It was Largely because she was so uncoordinated and clumsy, but also because she had never really found the idea appealing. She glanced over at the dance floor again, and took a deep breath as she took Michael's hand. As she rose from her seat, she quietly muttered to herself "Don't Panic"