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Arista had learned her lesson about trying to play Miles's own game with him, but she unfortunately still required a date. When her mother, who learned from her agent, who learned from being a nosy Nancy, that Arista was planning on attending the train party alone, positively insisted that she be accompanied by some nice young wizard who worked with her in broom development. That was the last thing she needed, to be seen dating a nerd.

So she had coolly informed her mother that she did in fact have an escort, but it was a lie. All of her team-mates were either useless French men or had dates of their own. It might have made sense to ask Vinny Gudgeon, being that they had just been on an enjoyable date, but she was frankly much too embarrassed to, as the date seemed more of a fluke than a pattern to expect to be repeated, and he really had no need of knowing her familial drama, which left…

Well, Seth Wadcock. Not only did he probably owe her numerous favours at this point, but he had the added benefit of annoying the entirety of her estate, and he had seen her make an idiot of herself enough times that it almost didn't faze her anymore. Almost. And the idea of spending an evening with him at a costume party wasn't a horrible prospect, especially since he gave at least the appearance of behaving these days.

She inclined her head to him as she approached, tugging a bit at her collar. It was a bit itchy, and she had yet to put on her jester's cap, but she liked her costume immensely, so she was pleased the Pride had decided to coordinate, even if none of them could be arsed into escorting her. "Thank you." She tilted her head and studied him. "What are you supposed to be? And don't say a sinner, because we're all very familiar with that part already."