Lock wasn't much for dancing, typically, since he had always been a little timid about learning the steps, but he did enjoy parties! It gave him an opportunity to talk to people that he hadn't seen in a long time, and occasionally meet new people, which was something he didn't do a whole lot of as a Quidditch referee. As a player, he'd had plenty of opportunities to meet fans after games, or meet players from other teams, and while he was never really the talkative type, he did enjoy being present at least when socializing was occurring.
He'd get to sneak a few dances in with Rue, too. She was patient enough to put up with his hesitation over dance steps. He could still remember practicing with his sister before his wedding, praying that he didn't mess it up, or step on her feet, or accidentally drop her when he was supposed to have his hand on her waste. He'd survived that, though, and now Rue put up with him, and so far he hadn't broken her, so things were more or less working out.
They'd both come as dragons, though Lock had, by this point in the night, lost Ruth in the crowd. He knew she wouldn't stay lost very long, though--she looked stunning tonight, so she was sure to stand out--so he wasn't worried. It was hardly as though she were going to lose track of him, either; with a metallic-looking, silvery suit that seemed to be made up of scales and a pair of folded steel wings standing up behind him, he was hardly inconspicuous. Not that Lock was ever inconspicuous, since he'd once been accused, via the grape vine, of secretly being a quarter-giant. His height made him stand out even on the most ordinary of days.
The mask was something that Rue had made herself (at least, Lock thought she had, and if she hadn't, he wasn't going to be disillusioned now). It was silvery, like his wings and came down in a pointed dragon's snout over his nose. It was a little intimidating on its own, and overall the costume was a little foreboding--but that was soon remedied when Lock spotted a familiar figure, and a wide grin covered his face.
"Miss Lucinda!" he called, approaching her. "Oh, sorry, Mrs. Lucinda." He was supposed to be calling her by her last name, he knew this, but it seemed so strange to call her Cavanaugh when that was his boss' name. He would never be able to associate Ruth's friend and his old penpal with the Ministry office. Besides, he doubted she would mind. "How do you like the masquerade?"
@'Lucinda Cavanaugh' @'Cassius Lestrange'
He'd get to sneak a few dances in with Rue, too. She was patient enough to put up with his hesitation over dance steps. He could still remember practicing with his sister before his wedding, praying that he didn't mess it up, or step on her feet, or accidentally drop her when he was supposed to have his hand on her waste. He'd survived that, though, and now Rue put up with him, and so far he hadn't broken her, so things were more or less working out.
They'd both come as dragons, though Lock had, by this point in the night, lost Ruth in the crowd. He knew she wouldn't stay lost very long, though--she looked stunning tonight, so she was sure to stand out--so he wasn't worried. It was hardly as though she were going to lose track of him, either; with a metallic-looking, silvery suit that seemed to be made up of scales and a pair of folded steel wings standing up behind him, he was hardly inconspicuous. Not that Lock was ever inconspicuous, since he'd once been accused, via the grape vine, of secretly being a quarter-giant. His height made him stand out even on the most ordinary of days.
The mask was something that Rue had made herself (at least, Lock thought she had, and if she hadn't, he wasn't going to be disillusioned now). It was silvery, like his wings and came down in a pointed dragon's snout over his nose. It was a little intimidating on its own, and overall the costume was a little foreboding--but that was soon remedied when Lock spotted a familiar figure, and a wide grin covered his face.
"Miss Lucinda!" he called, approaching her. "Oh, sorry, Mrs. Lucinda." He was supposed to be calling her by her last name, he knew this, but it seemed so strange to call her Cavanaugh when that was his boss' name. He would never be able to associate Ruth's friend and his old penpal with the Ministry office. Besides, he doubted she would mind. "How do you like the masquerade?"
@'Lucinda Cavanaugh' @'Cassius Lestrange'
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