"What's this?"

A new voice sounded in the dining room, accompanying a breeze from a nearby open window. A very, very tall man appeared in front of the window in a whirlwind of change, shifting from a bat to a man's form once again. He'd been away for a few days, having not left the castle in some time before then. Grinning and turning to close the window behind him, Mitch waved his hand. "You all sound as if you've seen a ghost."
He turned to the dining table, eyes widening at the large meal before them. "[i]Wow[/i], you really went all out. What's the occasion?"

He looked at each elder in the room, grinning and smoothing down his clothing. The tastefully worn tweed vest, matching poor man's cap, and rolled-up sleeves of the white dress shirt beneath the vest were horribly out of place, the transformation having mussed them far out of their proper places. As he glanced around at the faces before him, though, the youngest vampire's face fell. 

Taking a step toward the table, he leaned a hand on the back of a chair and cleared his throat. "What's wrong?" he asked his elders, serious concern replacing the easy grin on his face. Evelyn was in the doorway, Viorica, Christof and Mithias at the table. All looked grave, angry even. Viorica was an unusual mess, not to mention the chair he leaned on was splattered with blood, likely from the empty bowl in front of it. Mitch aimed his concerned gaze at Viorica, aa fearful innocence in the youngest vampire's face. He hadn't heard all that Viorica had said, only caught a hint of her worried tone when he arrived.