"I feel ridiculous," Faelan groused in reply, after Harry had grabbed his arm and apparated them without warning to the sidewalk outside the Leaky Cauldron. Grumbling, he followed Harry inside. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this." His cape was the least embarrassing part of the whole costume. With his long-charmed teeth, darkened and slicked back hair, magically paled skin and actual wizard robes, Faelan felt like a doofus of the Nth degree.
He also may have been crabby because he didn't even know if Padma was planning to attend, as she hadn't said anything about it again after she'd first shown him the ad in the Daily Prophet. And he had no doubt that, had she really been paying attention, she could have come up with a much cooler costume for him than a half-arsed vampire.
To make matters worse, once inside, he spotted a dark and annoying figure leaning on the bar.
"And look," he said, throwing his hands up. "There's already another vampire. And he's better than me!" Mumbling, he turned toward the door. "I'm getting out of here."