Ernie and Open.
Ernie was not one who was crazy about dressing up. He always felt just a little bit ridiculous. Still, a break from all the death and injury would be nice, and that required he wear a costume. He had some nice clothing in his trunk, and an old superman shirt that Ellie had given him sometime a year or two ago, which made his costume all the more obvious. He transfigured some large, thick glasses and looked at himself in the mirror.
Dressed as a half-changed Clark Kent, Ernie walked quietly into the party, it was already booming all around him, and there was a part of him still that thought maybe he should turn around and walk away. Instead, he slunk over the the drink table, helping himself to a glass before plastering himself awkwardly against a nearby wall, watching as others danced around.