[Great Hall] Surely An Eventful Evening

[Uriel Levinston]

Uriel exited his carriage and placed his costly hat rigidly over his greying, hair. His dark cloak hung over his body as he stepped onto the stone pathway, polished shoes clicking sharply in the silent night air.

He had returned to Hogwarts just in time for the ball, after a brief meeting in Romania, and was looking forward to the surely eventful night. The rest of the Ministry would be there, he was certain, as the Headmaster was most-likely going to make an appearance.

His robes underneath were a tawny colour, most like everything else he owned, and he looked at his wrist watch a bit perturbed. "Looks as though we're a bit late," he said concernd, as he turned back to the carriage, watching the figure step out of it carefully.

"I do hope you enjoyed the meeting in Romania, Moen." Uriel continued, as he walked over toward the castle. "Cauldron size is very important to a future potion master, is it not?" He nodded his head over toward the garden, where the entrance to the ballroom was.

[Thom Moen]

'Oh yes, absolutely, sir.' Thom said earnstly as he climbed from the carriage after Uriel. 'I hope they'll be pleased to see me again, don't you, sir?' He came to stand next to Uriel, adjusting his own deep red robes and smart new fur hat.

At first Thom had found the relentless politeness that was required from him to be very tedious and unnecessary, but after four weeks at Uriel's side in nearly seven different countries, Thom had learned to be quite the proper young gentleman in his new mentor's presence.

Although he had not quite grasped every mannerism Uriel liked to see on a regular basis, Thom had become used to wanting to please the man. Whereas a month ago he would have stood behind Uriel and his colleagues and pull stupid faces in his own form of rebellion, he was now content to stick his arrogant nose out just as far as Uriel did, tutting dismissively at anybody louder or shorter than himself. He had to admit criticising everything felt rather good...

'Scotland is terrible.' He grimaced, looking up at the sky. Snow had begun falling in the region around three days ago, and Thom was already missing the dry heat of Australia.

The two of them began to make their way through the shallow snow toward the entrances doors, which were not yet in sight. Already Thom could hear the steady thudding of loud music and his throat went dry as he imagined all the old faces he would have to deal with. They better like my new hair cut, he thought churlishly. Uriel had been unable to stand Thom's forever messy, tangled mass, and it was now short and neatly kept. At first it had looked startling different, but now it had only added to Thom's new adoration for himself.

[Quinn Locksley]

Quinn stepped out of her flying horse-drawn carriage. She had received her instructions not an hour and a half ago and had to leave with in the hour. The Head of her department had ushered her into her carriage so fast muttering about arranging to have her things delivered to her new living quarters in the castle itself and a dress for a Quadwizard Ball, which would be commencing as she arrived.

Despite the beautiful dark crimson dress, Quinn was all business and no play, the carriage ride had ensured that. She stood outside of the carriage and checked that she had everything she needed, her wand. She watched the carriage fly away before turning to see the castle she once called home. No longer did she feel the attachment she once did, that suited her just fine.

Looking at the path ahead of her, Quinn saw two figures walking in the same direction she soon would be. For a split second, fleeting and momentary as Quinn in a good cheerful mood, she thought about running to join them but thought better of it. She doubted that she would have anything to add to any conversation that could be had.

Quinn knew she would have to walk in their general direction, despite her unwillingness to join them, as they all were heading for the same destination: The Great Hall. Quinn reluctantly began putting one foot in front of the other and began to walk her normal fast pace.