Solitude is something every Cat needs. For a time.

Cat had many 'rules' that he often told himself, to be certain he upheld the image he had taken upon himself. It wasn't something he usually found difficult, and things tended to go as he planned. He had never planned, of course, for large crowds of people that he had to impress all at once. Nor had he ever thought he would have to. How would He have dealt with large crowds? Cat tried to recall. Turn the queen on her head and vanish? But...

On top of arriving quite late, there were many reasons Cat regarded the First Annual Prom as a poorly executed mess, rather then the well-timed entrance he had hoped for. He got in a decent dance, of course, and surprised the little ghost pup, but it was disappointing at best. Disappointed in himself, mostly.

Then there was her.

He had hoped to time his meeting with her perfectly. At just the right moment, excusing himself from his dance partner and moving over to edge up behind her and surprise her. Yes, she was happy to see him, he was glad for that much at least. But she spotted him first; without his knowledge, no less. A Cat never allows himself to be caught off guard. A Cat always goes to plan, a Cat...

He would fix this. Somehow he would make it all right in his brain, and inviting her to meet in the Ghost Dorms that they shared was the best plan he could muster.

Aislin. Never went to plan.