Hallowe'en!

[serinusniger]

Congratulations! You've made it halfway through the winter term, and someone is determined that you will enjoy this evening. The smells of the feast started permeating the classrooms about mid afternoon, and by the time classes are let out for the day, the corridor are resplendant in pumpkins and candles.

The Great Hall, is the focus of the celebrations, with animated carved pumpkins on every table, more candles than there've been since the Sorting Ceremony and everyone somehow finding that they do in fact have better robes than the ones they usually wear.

It's the Annual Hogwarts Hallowe'en feast: Tuck in!

[OOC: Party thread! Tag into your table, tag another location. Thread hop. Come back here weeks later for more threads. Meet people you haven't threaded with before. Party!

(Alumni and guests also welcome)]

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[interrogoiterum]

Renee gives him a dry look that suggests this really isn't that funny.

"What the hell is wrong with those people, anyway?"

She probably just means Brigman and his friends.

[mnt_mike]

Or she could mean the whole of House Slytherin, as Gryffindors are want to do.

"Maybe they grew up under high-tension wires? You know if I didn't know for a fact that Will would skin me alive, I'd totally sick Raph after him."

Because Mike has that power. The "Shake Up The Angry One and Throw Them" power.

[interrogoiterum]

Renee glances up the table to the Quidditch Captain, sitting with Barbaraa and Dinah, maybe having a conversation about the same thing.

"Yeah, let's not do anything that'll lose us our brand new Beater before the Slytherin match."

[mnt_mike]

"I ain't your dog, Mikey," says Raph reaching over to give his baby brother a well-meaning hair ruffle. But...being Raph it comes across as more of a shove. There's precious little this guy does gently. "'Sides, they'd have to catch me to bench me."

"For the best, really," says Mike as he fixes his tussled hair. "I don't think I packed my beanie-propeller hat." Because nothing says first-year like a beanie-propeller hat.

[interrogoiterum]

Renee smirks at the 'catch me' comment. But there's a part of the context she's missing.

"Beanie-propeller hat?"

[mnt_mike]

Raph rolls his eyes and turns back to his food. Now she's done it, she's gone and encouraged Mike to talk about Muggle humor.

Mike fixes on her like a laserbeam, and grins.
"It's a hat, right? Like a skull-cap." He takes a hat from the closest person at the Hufflepuff table knowing full well they won't retaliate. Mike places the hat on his head, flattening it down so that it looks more like a beanie. "Like this, right?"

[interrogoiterum]

"I know what that kind of hat is," Renee says gently. "What I don't know is why it's in the conversation."

[mnt_mike]

"Because little kids wear them. Or...well they do when they're on tv in the cartoons. You can tell someone's a little kid by the beanie propeller, short pants, and giant lollipop."

Mike knows THINGS about THINGS! So long as those THINGS are classic cartoon sight gags.

Between bites Raph adds, "He's thinking he he just dresses up like some kid from way back that he can trick assclown over there into thinking he's eleven."

"THEN!" Mike chimes in, "When he goes and tries to threaten me, Raph..."

"Beats the snot outta him. Which I totally would if he laid a hand on you, but not if it's because you were actin' like a doofus first. That's a beatin' you'd deserve."

[interrogoiterum]

Renee stares at Raph.
Then at Mike.

Then,

"If he's stupid enough to fall for that I'd feel guilty setting on him. He'd need special care or something."

[mnt_mike]

"This is why we don't let him plan anything more elaborate than a birthday party."

Mike seems no worse for the insult. In fact, he takes it and preens.

"My birthday parties are pretty legendary."

[interrogoiterum]

"When are your birthdays?" Renee asks, out of curiosity.

She'll have to know, now it looks like they're friends.

[mnt_mike]

"May," says Raph around a mouthful of food.

"Mine's coming up in November. I'm already trying to bribe the house elves into making something extra specially awesome for the occasion."

[interrogoiterum]

"Oh, well," says Renee with the knowing smirk of a Hogwarts old hat. "I think that can be arranged."

She'll need to talk to people who know people, and will probably end up owing a favour to a certain Ravenclaw. But it'll be a challenge.

[mnt_mike]

"I have no idea what you're thinking, but I like it already."

[interrogoiterum]

No, it's best not to ask.

Although Renee's going to ignore the look Raph is giving her.

"Let's just say I know what I'm getting you for a present."

[mnt_mike]

"Don't mind him, he's just jealous that beautiful women don't promise him birthday presents."

[interrogoiterum]

"It's in May, you idiot," Renee counters, punching Raph on the shoulder. "You'll get yours."

[mnt_mike]

Now she's speaking Raph's language, he smirks a crooked smile at her.

Mike rolls his eyes.

"Gryfindors. You need to be less about the shoving, and more about the love!"

"Uh Mike? Can we be more about the giving me my hat back? And by we, I mean you."

"Huh? OH! Sorry Gareth. Here ya' go!"

[interrogoiterum]

"If Hufflepuffs were a little less about the love, we wouldn't have to sit through Professor Aquam telling us about contraceptive potions, again." Renee says dryly.

[mnt_mike]

Mike's grin turns positively wicked, and he tosses an arm around Gareth's shoulders.

"We can't help that we're irresistible."

[interrogoiterum]

Renee looks at both of them, and smirks, shaking her head.

"Yeah, you wish."

[mnt_mike]

"Every night, and twice on Sundays."

"Simmer down, Mikey," says Raph as he rolls his eyes.

[interrogoiterum]

Renee looks at Raph, and mirrors his eye roll.

She doesn't know how he puts up with him.