It was going to be one hell of an evening. As Charity made her way down to the Great Hall from her rooms she had already encountered more than one snogging couple hidden in the hallways, after awhile deducting points got boring. Now as she found them she was using various charms to revel their hidden spots-- sending gusts of wind, cold spells-- she had to have some amusement. Dear God, she was becoming Severus.
She lifted hergown as she moved down the staircase, her curls bouncing around her face as she moved. There was a first year giving her a look she didn't particularly care for. She smoothed out her gown, waiting for Severus. What if he didn't wear black? Oh no, she hadn't though to ask. He always wore black, she thought to herself. It was one of the only things you could count on anymore.