Open Mysterious Circumstances

[Cyzarine Haden]

Cyzarine had put a little different effort into her costume this year, she had decided to wear something fancy for this event and had settled on, a sort of think about it costume. A woman whose husband had died under mysterious circumstances. She thought she had the grace to pull something like that off without it being too out of place. She had a gotten some faux pearls and was sure to have them be seen by all. Cyzarine walked into the great hall and glanced about, she was sure she would see Mihail about here, but she’d be happy to just enjoy herself by herself at this event. To just have a little fun on her own as she wore this outfit but she also was quite keen to see him. Cyzarine went to get herself a drink and decided once she’d finished her drink she would go dancing, none of the other things in the hall really interested her. But dancing, she loved dancing. ​

 

[Blake van Houten]

Blake had never really cared about Halloween before, and he didn't know what had compelled him to put actual effort into his costume this time around. It had started out as a hoodie and shorts, but every time Blake thought about Lars seeing him in this, he had sat down to make it more elaborate. And now he was actually dressed up, like someone who did things like this regularly. As uncomfortable as Blake had felt at the thought of looking like he had half-arsed his costume, now that he was actually here in something so elaborate, he felt just as uncomfortable. He was torn between hoping to see Lars, maybe pull the Ravenclaw out of the hall to some place they could be alone, and fearing someone seeing the change in the way he looked at Lars. This was all too complicated, and Blake needed to find a way to hide.

Glancing around the hall for conversations to throw himself at, the first person Blake spotted around his age was Alice, with someone who was no doubt Elliot. Great. Blake couldn't think of many people worse that he could approach. Turning around, he almost walked straight into Cyzarine, heart jumping at his luck. Perfect. Cyzarine was popular, and.... probably pretty nice, he had never really paid attention to her before. Whatever she was like, she was a distraction, and a girl he could be seen with, to throw people off the scent. He thought she had a boyfriend, but Blake knew that had never stopped him before, and the whole point was to act the way he always had, so nobody would notice. "Hey Cyzarine! You look deadly." He said, slipping far too easily into the charming persona that had won Alice over so long ago. How was it so easy to talk to girls like this, but he tripped over every other word with someone he actually liked? "I would be honoured to be your next victim, if you're up for a dance." He grinned smoothly, offering her an arm.

 

[Cyzarine Haden]

Cyzarine was glancing around the hall at the different costumes, just loving how everyone was dressed up and how much effort some people put in. She loved halloween, though it was always difficult for her to decided which of the holidays she loved the most, each was it when they rolled around and though Halloween tended to top the list it was barely. She was distracted from her musing as Blake, one of the slytherins in her year approached her. She didn't know him that well, he was on the quidditch team - captain if she remembered correctly. "Hey Blake, you look frosty," she was fairly certain she knew where his costume was from, but she wasn't certain. At the offer she smile lightly and nodded, "Let's" she wasn't sure what had prompted him to ask her to dance, but she loved dancing and was more than willing to dance with whomever asked her. She took his arm and led them to the dance floor. She let go once they were somewhere they could dance and just started dancing. ​

 

[Blake van Houten]

This was all so much easier with a girl. The old Blake could see the clear advantages of being seen with Cyzarine... she was popular, she was pretty, she would be good for his reputation. It was all too easy to say the things he needed to say to get into her good graces, like entering a cheat code in a game. But that was all it was. Everything with Lars was painfully, achingly real, and even as he linked arms with Cyzarine and led her onto the dancefloor, Blake couldn't help desperately hoping that Lars wasn't seeing this. As they reached the dancefloor he realised he should have been hoping nobody was going to see this, as the grace he felt on a broom definitely didn't translate to his feet. He did his best to pretend he knew what he was doing, putting one hand on her waist and taking her hand in his other, the way people did when they danced in movies, but then he just sort of.... wobbled side to side. This was.... close enough, right? This was dancing? Maybe if he pretended there was nothing weird about what he was doing, Cyzarine wouldn't notice how weird it was. "So, what are you actually supposed to be?" He asked, with a nod to her costume. "I'm getting beautiful black widow vibes but is it a specific character?"

 

[Cyzarine Haden]

Cyzarine could spot immediately as he began to dance, that he wasn't either used to it, or knew how to relax into a dance. The movements were a little more rigid but she didn't mind. Dancing was dancing. "Relax Blake, I don't bite," she told him, her movements were more fluid, she danced often, at all occasions, so while she didn't know if she was any good, she had a lot of movement to it, it was relaxed. "I'm just a beautiful black widow whose third husband has so mysteriously died," she put on a slight posh voice as she spoke. "Did you know there's a russian version of Jack Frost, he's called Father Frost, or Morozko," She told him with a wide smile. ​