The Start of Term Ball was now, the night where the women could dress lavishly and the men could begin to flirt, if you could put it that way. It wasn't the best of night's for most, but there was something special about it tonight. There were no couples, no groups and no gangs of people hanging around. It was all mysterious, as everyone dressed in their best dresses and suits, faces veiled by a mash, hiding the true appearance of whoever the person may be. Tonight, there were no Cunning Slytherin's, Wise Ravenclaw's, Brave Gryffindor's or Caring Hufflepuff's. It was just male and female, and new couples were bound to struck up. Of course, there were a few of the sulky types, hiding with in their Common Rooms, too afraid to come out and join the festivities, as they were well underway. Leon Evander Suon was still in his Common Room, still getting ready.

Normally a shy, silent young man, this was an opportunistic night for him, able to talk and socialize with his actual name not needed to be known. He walked down the Ravenclaw Staircase, adjoining the Male Dormitories, one of the only Ravenclaw's within the confines of the Tower. Butterflies tittered within him, as he eyed himself in the mirror. His black Suit was very simple, not too lavish or too ugly. A white button up shirt was underneath a smooth black jacket, button only once near his waist. A black tie hung from the collar, no pattern present against it. He gave a small nervous smile, approving of his appearance, while from his pocket he clutched a mask, traditionally from the Carnevale celebrations in Venice, Italy. He slipped it over his handsome face, the strap ending just around his neck. His hand slid against the right side, feeling the contrast between the white and gold lining around the eyes, while the other side was predominately gold with a red and blue triangle. Satisfied, he left the Common Room.

His footsteps echoed in the Corridors, now empty except for some of the latecomers, like himself. He felt his uncovered face, now regretting that he hadn't shaved just before the Term Ball. A small stubble of a beard growing against his cheeks and chin. It wasn't too long or spiky, but just enough to be seen. He shrugged the worry off, reminding himself no-one would no it was him. No-one. He hadn't shown his mask or suit to anyone, not even his friends. Most were under the impression that he was coming. He took towards the Hall, stopping before it and admiring decorations. Fairies provided a lot of light, dancing in mid-air and setting the scene for the Hogwarts Students. The band played where the Teacher's Table used to be, a popular band at that.

Streamers shot at random intervals into the air, the night sky visible from above, the bewitched ceiling showing a full moon, no clouds and stars clumped together, making a constellation of some sort. Leon's eyes wandered to the small, little bewitched sign, outlining some information. He let his eyes wander over it, and his heart did a backflip as he read the last line. "Masks off a midnight..." He said softly, horrified. Half of him went to turn back, but he couldn't. He'd already got dressed and ready. With a gulp, his feet tapped into the Start Of Term Masquerade Ball, eyes viewing everyone, anxiety being the only emotion he felt. He moved towards the drinks table, pouring a goblet of Pumpkin Juice, eyes surveying the other students. He ran a single hand through his gelled hair, slightly spiked, but didn't look different to how he usually wore it. He had made a single observation; at least he wasn't the worst dressed.