It hadn't taken long for Tobias to determine precisely which masque goer was the pansy; in fact, it had been almost too easy. Over the course of the last two months of school, he and Kalle had spoken about the Hufflepuff often coming up with elaborate plans to embarrass the other or to hex him. Things may have remained on that level of nothing more than talk had Noah not patted Tobias in the arse and called him sweetheart a few days back. That had sent the Head Boy into an internal rage which he'd taken out on a pair of second years he'd found heading back to their commons one minute after curfew; the young kids weren't at the Masque.

That rage hadn't dissipated. Throughout the evening he'd kept an eye on the other and, when he caught sight of Noah leaving the venue, he knew the time had come. Finding Kalle had been easy and, leaning close, he'd whispered that it was the right moment. Taking care to leave the room as unobtrusively as possible (though he and Kalle both had those who'd lie for them) they made their way across the grounds keeping far enough back from Noah until they knew where he was headed. Moving around another way, they came into the perimeter of the woods just as Noah reached the tree.

"Did I mention," he commented from behind his masque, "that the beard looks like shite on you? At least it will keep your identity covered." Giving the other a grin that couldn't be seen, they started towards Noah.