The Halloween Costume Ball
Oct 13, 2014 19:21:28 GMT
Post by Kool Uncle Cris on Oct 13, 2014 19:21:28 GMT
The Great Hall had been transformed completely in what seemed like a mere number of hours. Somehow between lunch and dinner, the Great Hall had taken a new face. No longer were there great wooden tables, older than most of the students, separating the houses. Where the tables were exactly, no one but the staff was exactly sure. Instead along the outside of perimeter of the walls were scattered clusters of tiny white clothed tables seating four to six members of a party at once. The small white tables had a little crystal bowl of amber, purple, and emerald colored candies on each. Surrounding the bowls were wreathes of autumn leaves and acorns for decoration that were charmed to continuously rustle, as if caught in a fall breeze.
The tables along the walls, had made way for a dance floor. Long, flat, wood panels had been laid down, tightly together and secured to the cold grey of the stone floor for students and staff alike to dance away their cares. The polished wood reflected the warm, golden light cast by the candles above. The uniform, cream candles the usually sat, levitating high above the heads of the castle's inhabitants had been switched for black, purple, and orange candles which seemed to bubble and drip wax, yet, strangely enough, nothing ever hit those below.
Even those at the staff table, which remained, who on their raised platform were much closer to the candles remained wax-free. The seats at the staff table did provide a generous view of the rest of the hall though. Clear from that vantage point, one would be able to enjoy the pleasant sight the students dancing, as well as the rich decorations. Along the walls were garlands of fall leaves and gold tinsel, held up by clusters of onyx that seemed to be jutting from the wall. Jack-o-lanterns with both silly and scary faces hopped happily through the crowd, bearing goblets of fizzy purple, green, and orange drinks that sloshed every now and then over the rim with foam.
Ribbons of black, silver, purple, orange, and green hung in long drapes from in between the candles, partially obscuring the view of the grey chilling skies above, but on the night of the ball, the view wasn't to missed. At least, not with the sound of the lively goblin orchestra playing furiously from a well lit corner of the Great Hall. Fierce sounds were being admitted from the wild instruments that combined to form everything from two steps to waltzes. No matter the person, something surely would be played that they could dance too. If not, one could hope to be brave, and perhaps approach the band in order to request a tune of their choice.
One can not be sure how a goblin may react when their music taste is questioned, but it is hard to believe that in the midst of such a happy, warm atmosphere as the one set in the Great Hall, that a goblin could be too angry. It was after all, an evening of celebration. A time when things like witches, and wizards, and goblins and ghosts, all things that muggles found 'spooky', thrived and enjoyed themselves for once. The evening was to be a fun one, an unforgettable one.
