A Secret Mission (Gavin, Ingrid, Sita)

[Aaron Byers H4]

Balls, they were filled with enemies with evil plans to take over the world. They could be lurking around everywhere! Even in the punch bowl! The whole place infested with them. So it was Aaron's job to track them down and show them their place. To save everyone from evil master minds like Evil Brain Man. "Oh Aaron!" he could hear all the girls shouting his name all over him. Making a spin around in the mirror Aaron stopped and stuck out his hands while winking at his reflection. The babes were going to be all over him. For the Halloween Ball Aaron was going to be a secret agent. He wore a nice black tux, with a wrist watch on his right hand which has everything in it. A clock, tooth brush, scissors, GPS system (Aaron didn’t know what that was but it sounded cool!) The watch really didn't have all those cool gadgets in it, but he was still going to save the ball! “Pow! Pow! Pow!” Aaron said kicking his legs than tripping falling to the ground. “Oh snap! Got to work on my kicks,” he said standing up and un-wrinkling his black tux. Looking on last time in the mirror Aaron winked at him and headed out of the dorm rooms to meet his friends.

Aaron practically strode down the long flights of stairs with a look on his face that said, ‘I’m watching you’. There were many other students around, all dressed differently. Some were wearing frog costumes, angels, devils, fairs, but no other secret agents. Aaron was going to be the only unique one. Than BAM he was knocked to the flour. “Oh snap! Why do I keep tripping?” Aaron asked himself using the railing to help stand up. Looking up Aaron saw a very tall guy staring down at him. “Sorry shrimp. Didn’t see you,” were the only words he said before walking away. “You better run before I get all Jackie Chan in your face.” Aaron told the guy doing a karate chop, slicing the air. Than all of a sudden something stirred in his pocketing. Digging deep down inside Aaron pulled out a brown colored rat. “Ralf, how did you get in there?” Aaron asked walking the rest of the way toward the entrance of The Great Hall than stopping in the spot where he was suppose to met Gavin, Ingrid, and Sita. Ralf just squeaked and sniffed the air. Smiling Aaron put the rat back in his pocket. Ralf could be a great tool for the ladies.

[Ingrid Lewis H4]

Ingrid looked at herself in the mirror - making sure her costume was perfect before she went out to meet Gavin, Sita, and Aaron. It had to be absotlutely perfect! She adjusted her cloak and then grabbed her wand, stuck it in the pocket so one could see it - then she ran her fingers through her hair - making it appear oily and then left the girls washroom she had been in; making the final adjustments. Ingrid then walked down the hallways to the Great Hall, and the meeting spot she was supposed to meet her friends at. She hadn't any clue as to what they were going as, but she couldn't wait until they saw her costume!

She turned a corner and heard a million girls all cooing in one voice; "Oh, Aaron! You look so handsome!" Ingrid's eyebrow rose and she pushed through the crowd to get a look at her friend. She had to see this! Aaron stood there, smiling at all the "ladies" that were flocking him - in a secret agent costume. Ingrid rolled her eyes, stepped in front of him and crossed her arms; "Alright, girls! There's nothing to see here! Just a goofball with extra slime in his hair...go away." She shooed them away then turned to Aaron; "You're absolutely nutters!" She tucked at his hair and sighed, crossing her arms again. Why did she befriend such baboons?

[Gavin Armstrong H6]

Sir Gavin Armstrong, ready to take on the world. Slay those Saxons and make them rue the day they heard of a Roman lance. Gavin secured the buckle on his hardened leather armour and smiled at his reflection in the mirror – as he bet most everyone was doing right then. He had gotten ready in an empty classroom not wanting anyone to know who he was going as before he stepped out. This night he was not Gavin Armstrong, or even Sir Gavin Armstrong really, for tonight and tonight alone he was Seur Lancelot. He grew up in Gaul before he meet his one true king the Riothamus of all of Britannia, Arthur Pendragon, and followed him across the waters. That was the story he was choosing to follow at least though he was certain there were hundreds out there. That was good though, it gave him some leeway in how he behaved that night.

Metal cuirass on and large helmet placed on his head Gavin picked up his “Lancearius” and made his way out into the hallway. The metal studs on the bottom of his sandals clinked on the stone floors as he made his way past the Hufflepuff common room, up the stairs, and towards the main doors of the Great Hall. Looking around he found the place he was supposed to meet Ingrid, Aaron, and Sita was already occupied. “Hello there strangers.” He said to his mates with a silly grin and a salute as he arrived near them.