Watching the women about him begin to apply a glossy yet viscous liquid as a top layer to their already lipstick slick lips. He swallowed, nervousness creeping into his frame as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, wondering not for the first time that day why he’d agreed to get involved with the festival in Hogsmeade. It was for charity, they’d said. All of the money was going to go to St. Mungo’s and into the paediatrics unit to brighten it up and really make the children feel like they were in a home away from home and not a miserable hospital. It was an excellent cause, one that Hugo was keen to get behind given his childhood penchant for getting into all sorts of trouble along those lines. His co-workers had looked at him funnily even at the time and though at that moment the Weasley man hadn’t realised what it was, as soon as he had arrived earlier that day every snicker and absurd glance had made sense.
Now, call Hugo Weasley something of a self-deprecating misery if you like but he really didn’t think that he was the sort of person who people would pay hard earned money to snog. Having said that though, Hugo wasn’t sure he was a good enough person to snog random strangers for the sake of money for charity. He had little choice but to swallow his pride – and hopefully not his tongue because he’d need that – and don himself his suit that he’d cut up with one of his kitchen knives and added fake blood to – well, it was dragon blood but close enough. He was a ghoulish librarian – that was what he’d told himself. Initially it had been a ghoulish butler – that had been what he’d been going for – but a slight chill had crept into the air and had made a jumper necessary so he’d changed from a bowtie to a normal tie and in doing so became a librarian.
Running his hand through his hair, Hugo got up and made his way out from underneath the purple and yellow tent that the ‘kissers’ – was that even the right term? – had been getting ready under. Looking at the other people there, Hugo was decidedly out of place with his make-up whitened face and black lips as well as the panda eyes that he’d gone for to give what he thought was an appropriate Halloween ‘dead’ look. They all looked rather appealing. Had he been with his friends, Hugo himself probably would have considered paying to kiss one of the pretty brunettes. Unluckily for him, however, he was meant to be one of the pretty redheads worth kissing. Again, he was dubious.
As people started to move down towards the booths, though, his time was coming so Hugo squared his shoulders, lifted his head and tried to smile. Show time, he thought wryly.
by Hugo Weasley Tue Oct 28, 2014 6:29 pm
