Open Night of Frights

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Margo Fox

7th🌸hopeless romantic🌸hm co-editor🌸heta vp
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Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Seeing Somebody
Sexual Orientation
Knotted 10 1/2 Inch Sturdy Pear Wand with Fairy Wing Core
09/2043 (18)
Margo didn't love Halloween. She liked the costumes, the pretty ones at least, and the food. But everything else she could live without. She didn't handle scares easily but she wasn't about to miss any event this year. It was her last one and she wanted to enjoy it the best she could, which was limited. Her costume wasn't anything special and she tried to stay near the more well lite areas of the great hall to avoid anything that might jump out from the shadows. For the moment she was hovering by the bobbing for apples area and looking for her friends.
Michael didn't have a costume this year - with his mum stressing about finances, he thought it was probably not a good time to ask her for help with one. It made him feel a little awkward about going to the Halloween Feast, but it wasn't like he was going to not go, just that he might stick out dressed in plain pants and a shirt. Still, his decision to attend was rewarded when he saw Margo, and he was glad the lights were lower to hide the slight reddening of his face seeing her dressed up. "Hey!" he greeted, half jogging over to her - careful not to slide on the floor and bowl her over. "You"
Margo was already on edge so when she heard someone shout in her direction she jumped. But when she turned and saw Michael she smiled. "Oh, hi." she said weakly, her heart still beating fast after being spooked. She blushed at his compliment even though it hadn't even been a full sentence. "Thank you." she said sheepishly before noticing his lack of costume. "So what are you supposed to be?" she asked with a laugh, wondering if he could come up with an answer.
Michael opened his mouth to answer, and then closed it, trying to think of something clever to say. He was no fool - he was a Ravenclaw, after all - though as much as he would have liked the idea of it, being a comedian was not in his future. "Oh, uh, the scariest thing of all - wearing the wrong outfit to a school event?" He looked a little sheepish. "I figured having something good to wear to the Yule Ball was a bit more important this year. Uh, and this is me properly asking you if you'd like to go together. In advance." He moved a hand to the back of his neck, trying not to feel too embarrassed.
Margo grinned at his answer. "Absolutely terrifying." she agreed and faked a chill running down her spine. But when Michael brought up Yule she couldn't help but blush a little. She would be lying if she hadn't been thinking about it but she also knew it was still a long ways off. "Well that is very important." she said seriously. She almost made a comment about it being her last one but she bit back the words, not wanting to bring it up right now, even jokingly. "Do I have time to decided or do you need an answer now?" she asked playfully and reached out to grab his free hand.
Michael took Margo's hand, still always a little unsure of what was appropriate, not wanting to push anything and make her uncomfortable. He gave her hand a small squeeze, putting on a mock affronted look at the idea she'd need to think about the answer longer. "I mean, it's a way off, was just thinking about it, is all, no hurry," he played it off, lips curving into a small smirk. "If I need to learn how to duel to battle for the right to, I guess I can do that," he added, trying to sound serious and failing. Not that he didn't think other people would be interested in Margo - he was still quite surprised she liked him, of all people. He just also knew he probably couldn't duel to save himself.
Margo laughed when he brought up dueling. As romantic as it sounded on paper to have someone fight for her affection, the thought of actually having to watch it made her stomach hurt. "I don't think it will come to that." she reassured him. "Besides I think you're plenty busy already, Mr. Captain." she reminded him with a grin. "I guess I could put you out of your misery." Margo said dramatically before going on her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "I would love to go to the Yule ball with you." she said sincerely. "Now that that's settled, why don't you escort me to get something to drink." she suggested, less scared of what was lurking around every corner now that Michael was with her.
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