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After a few nights of decent rest, Professor Pendleton had considerably improved in appearance and vigour. One other rather unlikely remedy for his despondency had been the upcoming Halloween feast, for which he had been keenly preparing his costume for some days. It was perhaps less a costume than it was an outfit, owing to it so closely resembling the attire he wore on a day to day basis; but to the more scrupulous eye, it was apparent that he had put a great deal of effort into its resemblance to Ludwig Beethoven. He ascended to the great hall and found his seat behind the staff table, where his fellow professors watched over the festive proceedings with varying degrees of tolerance. The decorations were quite splendid, Monty thought, although he recoiled a little as a black cat weaved between his ankles. After he was told they were merely transfigured objects, and thus that they would not be likely to provoke his allergies, he proceeded to regard them with far less apprehension for the rest of the evening.
Ava's speech came next, followed by eruptions of cheering and clapping, and then shortly thereafter commenced the feast. There was certainly no shortage of pumpkin themed dishes. Monty helped himself to an entire plate of food, finding that a good night's sleep had renewed his appetite, but was careful not to overdo it on the dessert. When nobody could eat another morsel (though many continued to try), the hall fell into excitable crescendos of chatter. Students abandoned their house tables to rejoice with their friends across the room, complimenting their exceptionally well crafted costumes; and, in the cases of more obscurity, politely pretending to know exactly who they were supposed to be dressed as.
After a while Monty rose from his table to join the gatherings of half sitting, half standing students. He would not normally have moved with the affected air of contempt he did then, but it was for this reason the Potions Professor took such pleasure in dressing up. He was not Professor Pendleton at all, but Ludwig Van Beethoven, and a result he was delightfully aware of how much he could get away with. The house tables were now nearly indistinguishable from each other, with an array of coloured crests sat at each one. Monty approached the nearest with a confused smile. "Hallo, excuse me," he said, in a particularly thick German accent, pointing his finger around the table. Several faces, most of them painted beyond recognition, turned to face him. "Vy are none of you children vearing costumes? I thought zis vas, er, Halloveen, no? Vy you all look the same as usual?"
Ava's speech came next, followed by eruptions of cheering and clapping, and then shortly thereafter commenced the feast. There was certainly no shortage of pumpkin themed dishes. Monty helped himself to an entire plate of food, finding that a good night's sleep had renewed his appetite, but was careful not to overdo it on the dessert. When nobody could eat another morsel (though many continued to try), the hall fell into excitable crescendos of chatter. Students abandoned their house tables to rejoice with their friends across the room, complimenting their exceptionally well crafted costumes; and, in the cases of more obscurity, politely pretending to know exactly who they were supposed to be dressed as.
After a while Monty rose from his table to join the gatherings of half sitting, half standing students. He would not normally have moved with the affected air of contempt he did then, but it was for this reason the Potions Professor took such pleasure in dressing up. He was not Professor Pendleton at all, but Ludwig Van Beethoven, and a result he was delightfully aware of how much he could get away with. The house tables were now nearly indistinguishable from each other, with an array of coloured crests sat at each one. Monty approached the nearest with a confused smile. "Hallo, excuse me," he said, in a particularly thick German accent, pointing his finger around the table. Several faces, most of them painted beyond recognition, turned to face him. "Vy are none of you children vearing costumes? I thought zis vas, er, Halloveen, no? Vy you all look the same as usual?"