The Time Rift

The evening started out with a bang- quite literally, as with a crack the Dragon's Breath had been transformed as promised. Music echoed through the newly charming dance hall and round tables lined the sides. As promised, a live band played from a stage, and guests were seated by Ministry workers who escorted them to tables throughout the room.

It was really a lavish affair, away the Ministry could 'welcome' the visitors and also show the Wizarding World that all was well and these people were guests. Not a threat. After all, they had everything under control, right?

Still, not all was quite well. As the drinks flowed and the night wore on, more and more visitors could swear they saw their shadow-people gathering. Dancing. Laughing.

Until ( the clock neared Midnight.. )