Who: Miklos and Open
When: 8 o'clock
Where: At the Landing
Why: PARTY!
Rating: R-ish
Status: Incomplete and Open



Miklos was even happier for the party than he had been this morning. If he'd ever needed to let off a little steam, it was now. Delia was turning out to be a grand pain in his arse, and beyond that, she apparently had people. Or at least one heroic little dumb ass with a death wish. Chase Creevey had blind sighted him at Quidditch practice and tried to turn him into a fucking cat. Luckily, the kid was as bad at transfigurations as he was making intelligent decisions, and it hadn't worked. Entirely. Instead, Miklos had pretty little whiskers and a long, embarrassingly fluffy tail.

He'd cut a hole in his trousers and forgone a robe. To start with, his tail moved without his knowledge and seemed resistant to being confined. And finally, he knew there was no way he was getting out of the situation without showing damn well everyone, especially once they got a few shots in them, so he opted to save them the trouble and ante up from the start. Frankly, it was humiliating, but he wasn't about to tell anyone that.

He pulled out his wand and did a few quick modifications on the long landing spread over the lake. He put as powerful a silencing spell on it as he could. Luckily, it was invisible from the outside so he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing them. Next, he put up a few lanterns along the path and little twinkle lights that twisted along the wood. His last task as host was to transfigure a small table and put the handful of bottles that he'd purchased for the night on it. Hopefully people would bring what they had, but his supply should be enough to get the party started.

Standing back, he waited for people to show up, a small smile on his face. Behind him, his tail twitched in excitement.