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Year after year, Caradoc still found himself having to get dressed up for halloween in either a mask, or some over-the-top, already-enforced costume code. And, really, it had looked good for him for a few weeks; Emmeline had said she didn't want to go to the ball, mentioning something about pumpkins, cats and handing out candy with Anneliese. So he had been off the hook-- until the Pregnant Number One insisted he bring her to the Hogwarts ball. So... here he was. It wasn't like he could say no to her, not that Caradoc minded going with her-- strangely.

And actually, it wasn't that bad. Matilda had always proved to be a nice entertainment (the good mood especially helped further), and it was interesting to see all the people he hadn't bothered to see in the past few years.

"Here is your non-alcoholic drink for you..." he eased, placing the drink in front of her as he sat down. "And the nicely alcoholic drink for me," Caradoc finished, smiling a wide grin as he turned to face her. "So what do you---" he started, and then stopped abruptly. His smile grew wider. "Don't tell me you're getting choked up over something like this."