Vampire Bats and Scaredy Cats

[Cassius Lestrange]

Cash had the distinct sense that he was looming.

It was somewhat inevitable, when one was dressed as a bat* and had no friends was loitering at a party. Even he recognized that looming at the edges of a party with his hands shoved into the pocket of a literal cape was over-dramatic. He had tried to position himself as far as possible from the out-of-tune ghost quartet, and was sipping at a sort of pumpkin-ale-monstrosity. Privately, he thought that this would be a lot more fun with Angie, who had likely been invited because everyone was, but he couldn't find her if she had attended.

It also would have been more fun if he still had friends. Where was Cornelia when he needed her? There was Ellory, but Ellory was a debutante now, and thus frequently busy with Her Future and Parties, and he wasn't sure where she was, assuming she even was here.

Somewhere along the line, looming had turned into sulking. Cash probably could have kept sulking up for a very long time, but the creeping sense of being watched started to creep up his spine. He tightened his grip on his drink. This was why he was determinedly avoiding the ghost quartet; it was creepy. But it apparently wasn't the only creepy thing. His shoulders hunched up, almost involuntarily.

Cash turned around very slowly. He didn't recognize the starer with their mask on, but they were sort of obvious, (if one assumed they were being stared at, at least.) With a tone somewhere between 'supercilious' and 'confused,' he asked, "Can I help you?"

*but, like, for a dude, and bat mask

  

[Antigone Lestrange]

Having already crossed paths with Ellory and not wanting to do so again, Tig had walked as far as possible from the other girl without walking straight into the forest to her doom. That said, Tig thought the creatures in the forest were probably better company than the likes of Ellory and Tiberius. Where was Brynn?

The answer was not in front of her, but the masked individual stood there was surely an improvement on the company she had already shared thus far. "Probably not," came her less than cheerful response. The bat - they were meant to be a bat were they not? Or was it a black cat costume? - seemed somewhat familiar but not enough so that it would bother her if she never figured out why. "Are you supposed to be a bat or a cat?" she suddenly asked, not sure if she really cared for the answer but it seemed to be the most pressing question on her mind at present.

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[Cassius Lestrange]

Oh, good, it was Tiberius' wife. Cash could have lived without this encounter, but he also knew that it could have been worse - it could have been Tiberius. Antigone was just mildly unpleasant, comparatively, and she really only bothered him because she bothered Ellory.

"A bat," Cash replied, "What are you supposed to be?"

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[Antigone Lestrange]

Tig squinted through her mask. That had to be Tiberius' cousin, the one that played quidditch. Merlin, his family was everywhere, there was no escaping them!

"I'm Circe," she replied shortly. "I guess you do look more like a bat than a cat." The lack of a tail for a start... "You don't play for the Ballycastle Bats, do you?" It didn't sound right to her, but she also couldn't think of what other team he might belong to. It seemed like an age since she had last fangirled over a handsome quidditch player type, it was certainly a lifetime ago at least. Not that she was fangirling right at that moment, he was Tiberius' cousin and Ellory's cousin and just far too tainted by all that association.

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[Cassius Lestrange]

Cash made a horrible face, although he supposed that it likely lost its effect under the mask. "Merlin, no," he said, "I would never. I play for the Cannons."

"You can't exactly masquerade as a cannon." He would have had to have a very round costume for that. 

  

[Antigone Lestrange]

Did he have some sort of problem with the Ballycastle Bats? Now that she thought about it, he surely couldn't have been a Bat without her remembering, they were her favorite team. Her favorite British team anyway, she would always prefer the Bigonville Bombers of her home nation - they always ranked well and Tig's very first live quidditch match had been one of theirs.

"What's wrong with the Ballycastle Bats?" she demanded to know. She also wished he had come dressed as a cannon, or better yet a cannon ball. That would've given her something to snort into her drink over.

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[Cassius Lestrange]

He made a scoffing noise. "Well we're a much better team, for one," Cash said. He had very little interest in getting along with Tiberius' wife for a multitude of reasons, and enough relatives that he could talk to other people at events if he pissed her off enough. He was not even particularly scared of her husband anymore.

He took a sip of his drink. "Do you follow Quidditch?" Cash asked skeptically.

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[Antigone Lestrange]

"Yes, I do," she replied tartly, annoyed by his tone of voice. Except she hadn't done so closely in over a year, she had no idea what the league standings were last at. "I suppose it's only natural to think your own team is the best." Tig just stopped herself from adding 'even when they're not' on the end. She had never particularly liked or disliked the cannons, but now she would probably have to dislike them on principle. The same could be said of Cassius Lestrange whom she still knew very little about, but she was hardly developing a good impression of him the longer she spent in his company.

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