The feel of silk caressing her skin made her shiver slightly within her own skin, the white fabric clung to her curvy body, and the girl stared at herself in the mirror before her, slightly in shock. After all who would have thought a garment of clothing that seemed to hide so little would make her feel so alluring? Softly her fingers stroked over the material that covered her leg, marveling at the transformation such a simple thing as a well made costume could make. Perhaps it was tonight, the magic that was already gathering around the Winchester House museum. Part of her couldn't believe that the night had finally arrived, a month of planning had gone into it, plotting and planning out everything so carefully, and now in mere minutes the guests of the illicitly held ball would arrive.<br/><br/>Diana reached for the blond wig that waited for her to the side of the full length standing mirror, glancing out the thirteen paned window to see the full yellow moon that hung low in the navy sky. It was the perfect night for a party in a haunted mansion, for a Halloween party to end all...for a spell to be cast that would make anything possible. Including finally talking to Kurt as more then just his tutor. The redhead glanced back in the mirror as she tugged on the wig her sister had pressed on her, the fall of rich blond silky hair surrounding her shoulders and changing her looks rapidly. She stopped, surprised, after all she almost always wore her hair back and tight, yet this was loose, flowing tresses, meant for a goddess. Well, that was only fitting, with the white flowing, sensual gown and the thin golden laurel crown waiting for her it all added up to make the perfect picture of Artemis, the persona she had chosen for the night. Artemis' Roman name was Diana, and she was a virgin, like Diana herself, however unlike Di she had never lacked the backbone to take what she wanted, the Huntress had been above men, better then them. Hopefully the Moon Goddess would lend her strength. The girl licked her dry lips as she stole once last glance at herself in the mirror before leaving the room she had chosen to dress in, the spell book that would make this possible firmly clasped in her arms.<br/><br/>She had always been odd, in a way that set her apart from most people, a genius as a child, too smart for her own good, only her sister really had the patience when they were younger to help the socially shy and unsure girl. And in college she was only a little better, social only to a certain point, so far ahead of others, nineteen and a college senior already. However what wasn't apparent was her talent in the arcane, for her curiousity had led her to touch in things others scoffed at. The house around her was stirring, responding to the magical prep she had been pouring into it for the passage of one moon cycle, it knew magic wasn't just a fairytale. And tonight magic would make dreams reality. She would really have to thank Gabriel for finding the spell book she held in her clammy hands; even if she had been working magic since she was eight she had never done anything of this large scale. And it was only because of through prep work that she could, and the circle of four.<br/><br/>The others were all dressing and getting ready, though they would have to appear soon, the circle had to be cast in the ballroom before the guests arrived at eleven, and then at midnight she would close the spell and activate it. Absently she worried her lower lip, feeling butterflies swarm in her stomach as she hugged the leather bound book to her full chest. Tonight she would take Kurt away from the world of his football lackeys and perfect Rebekah, and even though it felt sinful to do something so selfish at least Gabriel, the head intern at the museum had the same selfishness as she herself; and Paige and her friend were in on it to, the night was not resting on her alone. It was human nature, yes, that was what she told herself, human nature to want others and to take them however they could.<br/><br/>Her feet, clad in leather sandals that laced up to her upper thighs, slipped across the polished floors and down stairs of the insanity that was the Winchester House, going toward the ballroom. As she reached it and tugged it open her eyes darted around the gleaming room. "Paige?" she called out, hoping her older sister was inside.