And it worked. Taking drinks and moving about the house, Harry and his team attracted only casual curiosity from the other revellers around them, and nothing more voluble than complimentary cries about their "authentic’ attire. Harry growled angrily at that, but not nearly as much as when a leggy witch in a sparkly mask, and only a micro bikini and high heels to defend her long-lost modesty, slinked up to him as he rounded the bannister of the staircase leading to the first floor.