Millicent twirled the fake tail of her cat costume around in a circle, waiting for Percy Weasley to step out of his private bathroom. She'd allowed him to pick his own costume, but made sure he would spend the entire evening occupied with various other Ministry personnel
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Lisa led the way into the ballroom, playing with the gauntlets on her hands. "Terry, come on. Stop whining about the leather, and watch your sword, you're poking people."
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He went to brush a hand through his hair and soon realized it was rock hard, gelled up into thick spikes. Not to mention, dyed yellow-blond.
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She looked around, trying to see through crowds of people in costumes for people she actually wanted to converse with. Where was Mike anyway?
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"You're a... jock. What the hell happened?"
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"I'm captain of the football team. Well, was, before my psycho head cheerleader girlfriend went crazy and killed me. Jealous over some chick in the marching band. She claims I was flirting."
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He turned from them and headed further into the room to find the bar and hopefully someone else he recognized.
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He took a drink then looked at her hair again. "So why the dark hair? Tired of the Cinderella jokes? There's always Snow White."
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"And don't diss my costume, I make a really good Tifa. You're just jealous because my date is hotter than yours."
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They stood in silence a moment as Mike finished his drink. He thought he should go find Susan since he had moved from where they were last standing, but when he angled his eyes towards Lisa to tell her he noticed a vacant look. A little concerned, he asked casually, "That Aussie chill out finally? He shouldn't be sore at you, you know."
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