She wasn't MAD exactly. She was actually relieved when she saw him. Beyond relieved. It likely would have been a better idea for them to have arrived together. Take the anxiety out of the situation.

And regardless of his aversion to being touched or hugged, the Gryffindor leaned in and gave him a quick hug. Relief. Releasing him she looked him up and down and tapped the toe of her stiletto. "You clean up rather nicely yourself, " she said with a nod. I mean... she filled her suit out a bit better than he filled his out, but still. Heh. "This gallery is amazing. Want to check it out? " Would he be her escort this fine evening?!

Of course he would. He had already agreed to be her DATE. Friend date, but whatever.

He should have been used to her hugs by now but still, the Ravenclaw held his arms awkwardly to his side, unsure whether he should hug her back and was glad that she had given him a quick hug.

Clearing his throat, Mason ran a hand through his hair and looked at the landscape paintings before turning his attention back to the Gryffindor. Her comment made him sigh though and he tucked on the bowtie like thing on his suit. "I'm pretty sure my mom placed a permanent sticking charm on this ridiculous thing" he said as he tucked on the bowtie but nothing happened. Still, it was better than the other suit she had wanted to bring him. That one had been pure white with golden swirls all around. He'd look like a ridiculous prince if he had worn that one.

He wasn't exactly into art. Nor did he knew much about it. In fact he knew nothing but that didn't mean he had to spoil the day because of that. "With pleasure" he said sounding like a rich person who did this every sunday. He held out his arm but then realised what he was about to do and quickly lowered it.

She hadn't noticed that right?

The more awkward he was... the more frequently she hugged him. Or hadn't he noticed? Her goal was that before the end of term he would actually properly hug her. Silly boy. Hugs were awesome.

"I could cut it off of you if you like. I'm sure I could make it come off. " Just a little force could make that happen, she was sure of it. "You know... I almost wore this red gown. Slit up to here, " she said as she poked her thigh to indicate the slit. "But I figured they parade us around like prize Abraxan enough. Besides, I work this suit. " And she had a full range of motion if she had to kick the crap out of someone.

JUST SAYIN'.

And she did notice the arm and even though he put it down she wriggled her arm under it. Yes. He was going to properly escort her. "Cas won't mind. We're very secure in our relationship. " In case he was worried about that, ya know.

Mason laughed lightly as Dora mentioned she could cut off the strange bowtie thing on his suit. If she had thought that he hadn't thought about that in the first place she was mistaken. But the problem was, it was stuck on with a permanent charm. The most they could do was cut off the sides and that was not an option. "Thanks for the offer, but i'd rather wear it instead of facing the wrath of my mother" he said.

When she described the red gown she had wanted to wear at first, Mason's eyes naturally followed her finger to where she pointed where the slit would be and his face turned slightly red before he looked back up and unconsiously straightened his black jacket. He didn't say anything so instead he gave a smile. Ugh, awkward.

Asdfghjfsgkk nuuuu! He couldn't believe that she had noticed the gesture earlier of him holding up his arm. The Ravenclaw's jaw tightened when she wriggled her arm under his but it was too late to shove her away. He had faced a dementor, conquered a personal mental fight so he could also walk arm in arm with a girl!

The paintings were all nice and all, atleast he thought that they were supposed to be nice... He had no clue about art and yet again wondered why he had agreed to meet here. "Do you know something about art?" he asked as he continued to walk through the gallery, occasionally stopping to look. The animated statues were cool though and he wanted to walk around the statues to observe the details.

She had heard him say permanent sticking charm, but truly thought he was just being a dramatic Claw. Claw's had the tendency to be that. And the wrath of his mother? She sounded lovely. Like not even sarcasm, though.

OH! Why... why was he BLUSHING at her? This made Dora grin, but also feel kind of bad. She hadn't meant to embarrass him. Returning the smile, she said, "Hey... there is no need to be embarrassed or awkward with me. " She truly meant that, too. He didn't have to be either of those things with Dora.

She was weird enough for the both of them.

She also saw the jaw clench and opted to ignore it. After helping Jacob Hawthorne be less awkward she knew a thing or two about pushing boys to do things they thought they didn't want to. Like talk to girls and have friends... complete full sentences. The Gryffindor did, however, pat his arm with her hand as they walked.

"I wouldn't say I KNOW anything about art, but I do appreciate it a lot. " The Louvre was one of her favorite places, after all. And no she hadn't studied art or any such thing, she just liked looking at it. And noticing he seemed to be looking at the statues she made sure to move them toward them.

Kalen's grin was met with a shake of his head. "I thought I could get a break from it all, but apparently I had to perform Healer duties here tonight as well." River took a sip of his clean mocktail and gestured his head towards the various painting that hung around the area. "Anything caught your fancy, Mr Librarian?" He's into books, and perhaps, he's into fact and figures too so...this gallery must be heaven on...a boat for Kalen.



Louise got herself an amused grin from the Healer. A clear sign that the young woman was still caught up in the world of teenage angst. All they cared about were matters concerning the heart and feelings, no? But then again, they were teenagers once too and had to go through that messy period of their lives where the heart and mind constantly confused the hell out of them. "It isn't my speciality, but I give wise counsel from time to time." He'd been doing that ever since he started work at Hogwarts; student concerns that they thought were too embarrassing to consult with their Heads of House. He'd been unceremoniously made a secret-keeper as well, for Merlin's sake. "Good luck on your upcoming challenge, Miss Hamilton. We all look forward to watching your performance." She was a promising one, based on what he saw. Hogwarts got real competition, after all.

Aaaand Tristan happened.

"Merlin's b--, Tristan!" River was quick to catch the CoMC professor by his collar and slowly settled him down on the floor, accidentally sloshing him with his mocktail. The poor man had been sweating, and River was sure he'd lost enough water in his body to blackout. Thankful for the lack of tie, River was quick to undo the top buttons of Tristan's shirt and had his hand on the man's neck to feel his pulse.

River blinked and was quick to fish out a packet of murtlap-essence soaked gauze, and held it underneath Tristan's nose. The little ammonia content it had should wake the man up. "Tristan?...Come on now..." River rubbed the packet to make the smell stronger. "Don't make me summon a pile of dragon dung to wake you up..." Because if all else fails, he'd have to resort to that.