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Of all days, today was the day that Belladonna's sewing machine officially decided to quit.
Today, of course, her sewing machine figured it was a good idea to let all the thread clog it heavily. And that the button hole option froze up. There was also the foot pedal that had begun to freeze up or speed forward without regard to the pressure put to it. Two needles had been lost, her skirt was only half done and Mort's shirt still needed button holes. There was too much to do and not enough time to deal with machines going on the fritz.

"Its not like I have Prom coming up or anything. Seven Hells, no!"
Thus, with all that to spur the witch on, Belladonna elected to run at a moderate pace across campus to the home eekonomics room to use their sewing machines. With a bag full of half-finished prom clothing clutched to her chest, the witch was more than prepared to finish all this in time for the exciting event.
She was not, however, prepared to deal with the Hunter on her campus.

A small squeak escaped her as she slid to a halt, a bit of dirt kicked up by her heels. Tense hands nearly crushed the bag to her chest, but another moment to stare at the Hunter revealed that it... Wasn't a Hunter?
Most Hunters didn't have wings or pretty hair and... Oh Hecate, that was a student. The witch could not suppress the groan, but she was able to suppress a grimace as she trotted over to the student.
Their coat was too obviously inspired by the Hunters to be an accident, but she couldn't immediately think that they were doing it to be rude... There had to be more to the story. And as a vastly curious creature, Belladonna sought to find out.

"Excuse me! Oh, excuse me! You there! With the feathers and the coat!" The witch waved at the creature as she caught up to them and slowed her trot as she drew closer. Hecate, he sure looked familiar... Was that... Isafrel? Isa... Isa-something. She'd had a class or two with the fabulous boil, hadn't she?!

The fact that he took a tree nearly startled the witch into not bothering, but instead it gave her a better vantage point in which to view his jacket. In all honesty, besides its unfortunate resemblance to Hunter's wear, it was a lovely thing. Wonderfully crafted with expert care and it suited him flawlessly. Vaguely she wondered if he had made it himself, but he addressed her before she could think anymore on it.
"Yes! Yes, Belladonna, that's me. You're..." She gave a small smile as the words formed on their own. "Israfel! So good to see you again!"
Oh thank Hecate. That would have been awwkwaaarrrdddd.

Initially just wanting to get right down to the meat of her inquiry, Belladonna was instead derailed by the compliment. Her question died on her tongue as a light blush flushed her cheeks and the witch couldn't help the little bounce onto her toes.
"Yes! I've been marvelous, and thank you. That's so kind. You look absolutely lovely." Her reply was all hand flutters and smiles, almost to the point that she had forgotten what she had stopped him for.
But that gold trim set against white glared at her and after another small bounce, Belladonna shifted the bag in her hands.

"Might I inquire after your coat... Its just... So unusual."
That was the safe way to begin, the way that wouldn't immediately offend and certainly gave him the benefit of the doubt. Because after all, he was Halloween. Surely there was a reason behind all this.

...Mind fully whole?
Unfortunately, for the poor witch, Belladonna had absolutely no idea what Idrafel was going on about. She hadn't heard of anything that had happened to him, so she only blinked slowly at his mention of his muddled memories. Perhaps if he had mentioned the Trance, she might have been a bit more able to chat on the subject. After all, they could bond over their shared temporary inhabitation of vampires!
In any regard, Belladonna only nodded to him. There seemed nothing she could think of to say in reply, but she didn't have to wait long before he began talking again and thus gave her another chance.

When he pulled on his coat, Belladonna took a tentative step forward to better see it, but then he began to descend and she quickly scuttled backwards.
"How absolutely avant-garde..." She managed as he landed and she retraced her steps so that she could better inspect his garment. It really was a lovely thing, however... Tragic in its association.
"Well, its a masterful work of fashion. I do so hope others find it as fascinating as I do..."
And it really was fascinating. Perhaps, not exactly Belladonna's cup of tea, but fascinating nonetheless. The idea of weapon-purses sounded extremely tempting, but the witch was just a little too cowardly to inquire after them.

Though, really... There was one more thing she was curious over.
"I never noticed the design work on their coats were so extensive... You must have seen them quite often..." Purely meant as a compliment, Belladonna inspected his filigree pumpkin once more before she stood up straight, her eyebrows lifted in curiosity.