Autumn: Cressida and Micah
Cressida could see a number of students were enjoying the dance, especially the magic that was put to use. It was nice to have some time to relax instead of spending the week interviewing students, trying to sort out the disaster that sort of exploded a few days prior. But tonight they seemed to put most of that aside and knew to avoid each other in order to enjoy what the night had to offer. As a chaperone, Cressida didn't join the other students dressed in white, but kept her colors dark. The black absorbed the light and the only color that really appeared played over her skin tones.
She walked around and kept an eye on the exits. Students here had a habit of getting into trouble, and she recalled her own time as a student here. She never went to the formal, but she had been in places where students tried to sneak off to and found themselves searching for privacy elsewhere when they discovered they were not alone. Many were sensible enough not to try to tell her to leave and simply moved along on their merry way into mischief.
The punch had yet to be spiked, but Cressida assumed it might be done soon. Some things it was easier not to fight. She could leave the punch patrol to other members of staff. For now she walked around, blending in somewhat on the fringes of the excitement until she came to stand near Micah, who stood surveying the scene.
"So far tonight is uneventful," she said with a bit of a sigh to initiate conversation, "I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop."