On the stroke of midnight, All Hallow's Eve, Remiel arrives at the party, very late.  He is, in fact, so late, that he as late as one can possibly be without missing the event entirely. Nevertheless, as they say, better late than never, and perhaps his appearance here will count for something.<br/><br/>Especially given his costume.  Knowing Michi's penchant for Severus Snape, Remiel appears wearing the guise of the sour-faced Slytherin, toting a magic wand and wearing the official Slytherin robe.<br/><br/>Except, as it turns out, that is<em>all</em>that he's wearing, for, with a flick of the wand, and a murmured imprecation --<em>freakulus stripdancus</em>-- the lights dim, a booming bass beat begins, and Remiel sashays over to Michi no Sora, shaking his moneymaker and sloughing off the robe to reveal nothing but 100% pure Snape goodness.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/1831/snapez.jpg)</div><br/>Pushing Michi roughly into a convenient chair, Remiel-cum-Severus begins to gyrate and writhe upon her lap, clenching surprisingly taut abdominal muscles and flexing a chest that, frankly, one would not expect to see on a wizard who spends all his time dabbling in Potions.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he continues grinding and rubbing against the party hostess until the clock rings out --<em>BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG!</em>And then, as the tintinnabulation fades away, Remiel presses a kiss to her cheek, and slides once more off her lap.<br/><br/>"Happy Halloween, my dear," he says, in Snape's voice, managing to sound stern and scolding even as he rumbles teasingly in her ear. "Your work has been quite substandard and even disappointing.  Without extracurricular tutorials, I fear you are in imminent danger of failing.  Come see me after class."<br/><br/>With that, he dons his robe and exits, stage left.