There was fashionably late and then there was so late that it was a wonder that she even made it kind of late. Zorro was more the latter than the former. It had taken her forever to find her mask. She had completely emptied out her trunk in search for it. She then had moved on to her desk and her dresser drawers. Once she finally found it under her bed, her dorm room looked like a tornado had gone through it.

Zorro was dressed completely in black with a flowing black shirt, tight pants, and knee high boots. A hat trimmed in silver was on her head. Long curly black hair flowed down her back. It had taken her awhile to get her hair exactly to her liking. A sword was on one hip and a coiled up whip was on the other.

The only feminine touch, other than her long hair was instead of a simple black mask, hers was black lace. Her eyes were charmed to be a greenish blue, too unnatural for her to have been born with them.

Zorro’s eyes widened in amazement at the decorations. There were flying carpets and camels and all sorts of wonderful things. Hogwarts had gone all out for the festive season, she took a step forward only to stumble a bit when the rapier became entangled in her legs. She held her head high in hopes that nobody noticed that misstep and strolled into the party.