The wife of the man of the hour was dressed equally as ornately. A variation of Greek Goddess found Parvati in a white miniscule gown made solely from the petals of an Artic Lily, complete with golden details and beautifully perfect ivy leaves sown through her hair. Normally straight black hair was lengthened and cascaded down her back in acres of curls that in the light shone between dark brown to black and then to a deep auburn.
Small she may be, at the moment Parvati's legs felt as if they could go on for miles.
"Draco let you out of the house in that outfit?" A familiar male voice rang, and Parvati whirled to find herself face to face with Spencer Capper (who slipped his mask aside for a moment), decked to the nines in a pirate costume.
"Actually, we don't know eachother's costumes. We're supposed to find eachother." Parvati giggled excitedly, "How did you know?"
"Dina." He smiled, "Although you look lovely, please tell me she has taken a slight less vibrant look? I may have to murder her. She promised me no short skirts.""
"Hm?" Parvati's attention caught on the tall devil in the center of the room whom three angels seemed to be circling. My, he was handsome. He glanced over at her and she looked away quickly.