Open Like We Were in Paris

[Vanity Mettlestone]

Vanity was getting kind of tired of these Hogwarts events, so she hadn't tried as hard with her costume as she'd done other years. Last year some stupid Ravenclaw girl had won a prize for being a vampire when Vanity had also been a vampire, a better one. So she had decided she didn't care about winning. She'd put on a beret, some fashionable clothes, and decided it was enough. She was hoping to run into Morrie at the event, but she wasn't sure if she would even go. It didn't really seem like her thing. Vanity looked around, quietly judging other people's costumes. She grabbed a cupcake and took a small bite, mostly for something to do. Some people took this way too seriously and put way too much effort into their costumes and Vanity was judging them almost as much as the people who didn't put enough effort into their costumes, in her opinion.

 

[Morrie Ayre]

Before all this silly wizarding nonsense that had taken her away from her boring muggle life, Morrie had spent her time watching a lot of television, and one of her favourite shows was The Traitors. She didn’t expect wizards to understand the brilliance of it, but it didn’t matter. Tonight, Morrie was a traitor. She wore a massive cloak with an oversized hood that completely shrouded her face. As such, she managed to walk through the hall unnoticed, weaving past everyone until she reached Vanity. She dropped her voice to a low, threatening tone. "Hand over the cupcake,” she said, “or prepare to die.” Morrie was taking her costume very seriously this evening.

 

[Vanity Mettlestone]

A figure approached Vanity, and she spent a few moments trying to figure out what they were supposed to be dressed as. She realized before she spoke that it was Morrie. A funny voice wasn't going to stop Vanity from recognizing her best friend. That thought stopped her short for a moment. When had Morrie become her best friend? Vanity raised her eyebrow slightly, then handed Morrie the cupcake. "You're the weirdest dementor I've ever seen." She said dryly.

 

[Morrie Ayre]

Morrie snatched the cupcake the moment it was offered and immediately threw it down on the floor because she thought it would be hilarious. It landed frosting side down with a splat, it was actually quite satisfying to do something like that in front of a prefect, she chuckled, but became serious when Vanity suggested she was a dementor. “A dementor? Not you as well!” she scoffed, lifting her hood so Vanity could see her face, “I’ll have you know I’m a traitor." Morrie tilted her head, giving Vanity a once over, unsure if she was even in fancy dress and said, “You look nice though, did you not get the brief that it's Halloween?"