<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/2i0aof5.png)</div><br/>Purity could almost sense him walk across the room towards her and was grateful that Tricia had distracted her with her mundane question. About to answer her she was interupted by none other than Lucien himself. She could not help but look at him, offer a smile of sorts and begin to feel distinctly out of her depth around him. A good witches costume, she wanted to knock him on the head with her staff and walk away but felt rooted to the floor. Tricia on the other hand blushed brightly by the attention they were given until her husband walked over and grabbing her by the elbow insisted she come and see something hysterically interesting. Purity wished she had someone come to whisk her away as well but turned to finally face the man instead.<br/><strong>"Try a white witch, even white witches can be a little bad sometimes" </strong>she smiled watching the girl on the dance floor, admiring the carefree way she moved.<br/><strong>"It was gracious of you to invite the entire town here tonight, over gracious perhaps"</strong>she suggested gazing up at him and feeling as if she were not dressed enough for the occasion someone.