Despite the hardships of the year, the pain, the loss, the tragedy, the school's Student Council was determined to bring something positive to the students as they had always strived to do. With the school year ending they had one last chance, and they were going to make the best of it. They had planned and worked hard on everything that would be needed to bring not only the students but also their newest neighbors, The Lost Clan, a night to remember. Invitations were made and sent out to each and every single student in the school as well as to the neighboring horsemen; they were invited to attend, a friendly display of welcoming and camaraderie, but they were also strongly encouraged to try and attend with a student as their date or escort. The students had worked so hard, they deserved a night of fun. A night of beauty.
They deserved perfection.
Posters were hung, invitations sent out, dates were asked out and stalked by gnomes with cameras. Everything was ready.
6th October, a warm month with warm evenings. While most classes were out by now there were still students that had decided to stick around for some reason or another. The day was long but finally the Pumpkin sun began to set, covering the school grounds with a dimming light until all was dark. It was in that moment, the time when the students would begin venturing to the auditorium just as the sun finally set and the last colors in the sky faded to make way for night, that the school grounds suddenly lit up with a brilliant light. The paths that lead from each dorm and to the school auditorium lit with countless tiny candles all at once; these candles were a special treat not meant to be feared by even the most delicate undead. They flickered like a true flame and were warm to the touch, but they were not real flames. A creation of the council's secretary to keep those weak to flame in mind while still providing that lovely romantic touch for an evening to remember. They followed the path and up the front steps until finally revealing the hall to each student who would arrive.
In what had been a mostly dreary and traumatizing few months the council had decided the students needed warmth and light. A large room filled with rich gold, reds and purples. Royal, rich, elegant. They had gone all out in finding ways to transform the auditorium into a Masquerade dance hall. The room almost literally glittered like a dragon's treasure trove, which may have been a result numerous candles much like the ones that had lit their way, each one standing tall and proud on candelabras ranging in height from taller than the average student to a size that sat neatly on a table covered with satin tablecloths. Even the ceiling lighting had even been rigged to resemble an expensive chandelier. The floors were cleaned and polished, the walls also painted and windows washed until every last speck and smudge had been removed. The curtains had been replaced, tied open with gold ropes to allow a lovely view of the outside.
Two long tables frame either side of the room, covered with an abundance of food enough to feed the students as well as their Lost Clan guests for the night. And not too far off from there a decently sized corner of the room had been penned off, an area reserved for anyone who felt their minipets also deserved a night of fun and socializing. But of course the main focus of the room was the main dance floor and its ScreeJay accompaniment sitting on the stage, because what's a prom without dancing and music? While students were free to dance wherever they liked, there was still an area in front of the stage that had been covered with a large Jack-O-Lantern spotlight shining in the middle of the dance floor to encourage students and guests to mingle there.
Welcome to the second annual Amityville Academy Prom, the Masquerade.
