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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His free hand played with the zipper at the end of his destroyed letter jacket, the other was held tightly by Susan, in case he decided to run. He was dressed as the dead captain of the football team, come back to life. His dark hair stuck up in clumps and contrasted sharply with the white make up on his face. He was pretty impressed with the costume though he wouldn't admit it; Susan had come up with the idea after he had shot down all her other suggestions.
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"Come on," she said, cocking her head to the side. "It'll be fun. As long as people don't stare at us all night."
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He looked down at Susan's attire. "You look good," he said, then added with a smirk, "For a killer cheerleader."
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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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When he noticed Lisa's rather large eyes he released his grasp on her.
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She walked around mindlessly, exchanging pleasantries with people she knew and liked. She avoided people she wasn't particularly fond of with a fifteen feet distance, it caused her to bump into harmless bystanders... including one young woman. "Oh, hey, I'm sorry."
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"I'm Camille." She said, before clapping her hand over her mouth, unsure why she just introduced herself. "Sorry."
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She gave a smile, "Don't apologize, I'm the one who bumped into you. I'm Lisa Turpin, Department of International Magical Cooperation... liaison to the Asian Ministries." Lisa still felt awkward, introducing herself as if she's reading off a business card. "Or, just Lisa. All that title stuff is too fancy for my tastes."
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