Masquerade balls were not really Nicholas’s scene, for one he could not dance, in fact he hated dancing. Secondly he thought he looked rather stupid and Nick hated looking silly. To be honest though he looked just fine. Nicholas wore a black dress robes, a little long at the sleeves but they were supposed to be like that. They were made of fine silks and in a certain light they seemed rather glittery. Under his robes he wore a plain white shirt with a black tie. He turned heads as he walked down the marble staircase, his hair was as usual left to sit rather messily atop his head but it looked perfect. His mask, which he was not wearing, was just a simple black one which would cover the area around his eyes. Stupid mask he thought to himself as he stuffed it into his pocket. There was an air of confidence around him however, mixed with the fragrance of expensive aftershave and mint’s. Nick would nod to a few people he knew as he prepared to enter the hall.
Upon entering he had no idea who was who. What a silly dance, how were people supposed to find their dates in this? He gazed around the room looking for Christabelle but couldn’t seem to see her anywhere. A voice came from behind him though. It belonged to a girl but upon giving her his attention it turned out to just be a Gryfindor girl who he personally did not know “Gosh Nicholas, were is your mask?” He forced a smile upon his face as he drew it out of his pocket and waved it at her. “Right here.” came his reply as he stuffed it back from whence it came. He strolled over to the drinks table and helped himself to some punch as he observed the mass of people, hoping to see someone he knew.