Wear your costume to rehearsal, they said.

Make sure you can dance in it, they said.

Follow the dress code (no skirts, among other things), they said.

…

….

So instead of using my Ravenclaw costume at the last minute, and because my vortex manipulator isn’t done/isn’t wearable for dance…

I’m an elf.

Whee.

Lamest. Costume. Ever.

Lamest Halloween Ever.

Angst angst.