Perhaps he had been optimistic to think he could slip off for a quick fag utterly uninterrupted and undisturbed. Perhaps he should have gone for a costume that was a better disguise, or stuck to a crowd, however Noah was not the sort for apocalyptic turns of thought, and was ultimately the kind of guy who believed there was something very wrong with the world if his cigarette break was no longer sacred. Flicking ash into the somewhat damp foliage Noah quirked a brow at the two approaching figures. He did not recognize the costumes, which in itself was not encouraging, as he had made a point of knowing the costumes of everyone who was anyone he might want to talk to. Stubbing out the cigarette with more force than the oak tree deserved Noah swung his cane out from under his arm instinctively, recognizing something entirely too proper about the gait of the approaching pair.

They were Slytherins, he would put money on it, and he would put even more money on one of them sharing a name with particularly tasteless fish.

"Nice beard, did you kill a dyke with an aversion to razors to get it?"

He glared up at the taller of the two, the caveman he guessed it was supposed to be, though Noah had to doubt that any amount of costuming was required to make a Slytherin bare any more resemblance to a Neanderthal than they already did. Perhaps a sane person would have been running, however Noah was not what most would declare sane, and with nary more than a glance the one he was sure was Haddock Noah lobbed a ball of spit at the chess piece's feet, a challenging gaze being leveled at the pair as he twirled his cane with a degree of showmanship rather ill-fitting for the situation.


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Noah 'Waygay' van Hagens