Russell and Evienne
Russell fidgeted with hem of his toga. For the most part, the teachers had gone with Luke's idea of dressing as Greek gods and goddesses. Russell was dressed as Eros. His toga stopped just short of his knees and hung off one shoulder exposing a little more of his broad, muscular chest and his legs than he cared for. A pair of wings were strapped to his shoulders and he was wearing sandals that laced up around his calves. He had thought of conjuring a pair of real wings, but Evie had nixed the idea. It was supposed to be a costume. What good was a costume if it was real? The whole point was that it was make believe. So here he was, wings, bow and arrows and all.
Even though he was wearing a pair of gym shorts beneath his toga, he felt a little over exposed. Having Evie on his arm dressed as Psyche though, made up for any discomfort. She looked beautiful. Like a proper Greek goddess. He hung the bow and the quiver of arrows on the back of a chair and held out a hand to her, "Care to dance, Professor Benoit?"