Goblin' It Up Errand

Nerdy Outfit | Nerdy Hat

Zykeal had to roll his eyes at the 'pet-name' that his good friend had labeled him, it was ridiculous. The boy tolerated it for no other reason because it was Eyre, "Think you gained that luck when you cut off your girly hair," he offered in return, leaning a hand up to run the top of Eyre's head. The much-needed time spending with his good mate was a relief and couldn't help but keeping a dorky smile upon his face to match the outfit he adorned that Hallows Eve. The costume Eyre made up was quite humorous to the second-year and he respected the choice, a good gaff was always needed.

Shifting around when they were staring at the horde jumping about, he waited for a bit, unsure what to do until Eyre made a soft reply to his comment. It seemed then that a pair of Huffles wanted to offer themselves up as sacrifices as he had previously suggested as one of them knocked into Eyre. An annoyed look crossed Zyks face until he noticed it was a couple of fellow second-years as well, one he had seen before, Aaron, and another he had met this year. A brief exchange was made between Eyre and Aaron while Zyk shifted those golden eyes over towards the partner of the boy that bumped into Eyre, "Hello there," he said towards Lydia, a sly smile accompanied his words.

Eyre introduced the pair to the Huffles and Zykeal broke his gaze from Lydia to look over towards Aaron and offer a little nod, "I saw you at the ball last year, in the dressing rooms," he said, those golden hues looking over the spacesuit outfit the boy wore. Zyk actually liked it and made another approving nod to him, "Wicked suit boyo'," he commented. With Eyres suggestion, he was slightly surprised, but, still thought it was a solid idea and didn't mind spending more time to get to know the pair of Huffles that were before them.

Instead of just waiting then, he decided to head over towards the area where there were jumping students and started to try and grab one himself. This wasn't the best exercise for Zykeal as he wasn't that sure on his feet, he was more of a muggle skateboarder and tended to roll his ankles when he walked around normally. Thankfully, he could actually aim though and he timed one of the little objects correctly when it was set to fly by and he used the satchel he was carrying behind him to snare the candy as it flew nearby, "Bloody hell these things are fast," he said, head-turning to see the progress of the other three.

Interaction with @Eyre Reeves | @Lydia Cooper & @Aaron Jones
450/300 Word Count for Errand

Interacting with @Flash Holmwood, closed to further interaction.

345 Words

Interacting with @Zykeal Lane, @Aaron Jones and @Eyre Reeves

“Nice to meet you Eyre! I'm Lydia, and this is Aaron!" Lydia gave the boy a big smile as she introduced herself and her best friend, not sure if they knew each other. She then looked at Zyk and smiled once more, before bringing her attention back to Eyre. "Yeah, we could do that! It already looks really fun!" she answered and nodded, before she started walking towards the flying candies.

The little brooms were flying fast above Lydia's head, and for a second she wondered if she would have actually been able to get one. Feeling determined not to let some candy win, she started jumping up, swaying her arms as she tried to catch one of them; she had almost got one, but the broom managed to wiggle out of her hand just in time. Huffing, Lydia stopped jumping to observed the flying candies, trying to understand if they had some kind of pattern in the way they were flying; after a minute though, she couldn't find anything, so she just started jumping up again. If there was no pattern, then it was all a matter of luck.

She had to admit it was quite fun though, just trying to catch the candies like normal kids, without the help of magic; her sister came to her mind, and Lydia thought that she would have loved something like this as well. Just as she was about to start getting frustrated, Lydia finally managed to get a candy. Grinning from ear to ear, she turned towards her best friend and the others and held the candy in front of her. "I got one! Oh- you as well!" she said to Zyk, feeling proud of herself as she walked slightly away from the other jumping students.

Once everyone got their brooms, Lydia would turn towards the group and give them yet another smile; she was feeling particularly happy that night, and she was enjoining the company as well. "What do you think, would you like to keep trick or treating with us? We could go to the Astronomy tower next!" Lydia asked to Zyk and Eyre; if they would have agreed she would have then started to make her way with everyone towards the next location.

Word Count: 495 (1st post) + 375 = 870/1000 words

Interacting with:@Opeila Winters
Closed to further interaction
Word Count: 351
Errand posted: Astronomy Tower -> Flying

Interacting With: @Leonard Oaksworth
Closed to Interaction

Marshal's brow creased in response to Leonard's comment about the Gryffindor's costume, as if he truly found the idea of dressing up as a dragon absurd.
"Come on, Leo," he said incredulously. "Don't be ridiculous. Everyone knows that a dragon tamer can't dress up as a dragon. It's like... blasphemous or something."
In reality, the option of wearing a dragon costume had been his first thought when pondering the various possibilities for Halloween attire, but it had seemed too obvious somehow. It was much more entertaining to defy expectations and, if he was lucky, confuse a few people here and there. In fact, his personality ensured that he was quite good at doing just that.

He eyed the french hat hesitantly as it was pointed threateningly at his beautiful beard, attempting to size up just how comparable it would be to a rock if it were heaved toward his mouth without abandon.
After a moment of uncertainty, he decided to place his bet that Leo could never be driven to violence against his lovable lion friend. It would be rather dreadful if he was proven wrong, for he was betting teeth instead of money, and his charming smile was a very important aspect in his attempts to "woo the womenfolk."
"Aww, you're just cranky because my hat is pointier than yours." Once again, he mimicked the way an elderly wizard might speak, his voice wavering as he patted Leonard on the back. "Don't worry, dear boy, we'll turn you into a proper wizard yet, and you can earn a hat nearly as glorious as mine."

He watched as Leo approached the flying candies, entirely curious at how the scenario might unfold. No disrespect was meant toward the snake, but Leo didn't exactly strike Marshal as the most physically coordinated person in the wide world. Mental coordination was a different matter altogether, of course, as anyone with half a brain could see that Leonard had a head crammed full of information from far too many books. But his prowess at sweet snatching was yet to be seen.

To Marshal's relief, his friend managed to catch a small broom upon his first attempt, and refrained from introducing his face to the hard stone underfoot, no less. There would be no need to scrape a snake off the floor just yet.
The leap wasn't the most graceful or awe-inspiring sight ever to meet the first-year's eyes, but it got the job done, and that was a fact that even the most dubious of skeptics couldn't deny.

"Well done," he praised as Leonard returned to him, clapping one hand against the side of his staff. "I knew that mustache wouldn't let you down. Facial hair grants power, you know. Believe me, I have experience." He stroked his fake beard knowingly.

Upon hearing his friend's claim that Merlin had been a Slytherin and that he should be ashamed of himself, Marshal remained undeterred.
"Oh, what a coincidence! I know a certain mustached artist that came from that same house. Poor fellow, he hates his own name and has no sense of humor. A tragic individual, really." He shrugged his shoulders, then whipped around without warning and marched out the door, throwing one finger high in the air while the other hand guided his staff. The click of wood meeting stone accompanied each departing step. "Come along, Leonardo! It's time we tasted the moon."

Marshal has left the thread

WC | 1,354/300

"Yes, well, some would say it's more blasphemous to dress as a historical figure that some worship, but to each their own," he interjected before heading off to grab one of the hovering treats. Really, how had their friendship remained intact longer than his mother's ridiculously expensive scarf?

The other's comment about his floppy headwear only furthered the question. He'd known Marshal's brain worked in strange ways never seen before on any other than a headless chicken, but that was no excuse to point out the inane outfit he was wearing, especially in comparison to the lion's own. The snake took a mental note to thank his father for not sending a hand-knitted rendition of a tree he'd needed for his kindergarten play. While the garments he was presently in were utterly ruining his presence as a collected, cunning Slytherin with the unwashed tunic and all, the other option was considerably worse.

After achieving his goal with thankfully no need to head to the Hospital Wing (although with the presence of the other boy, that could change at any moment), he rolled his eyes at the knockoff Merlin talking about how facial hair somehow enhanced one's abilities. Leonard was pretty sure it was just because of his recently found information about trees and climbing them, courtesy of his father and his threats of actually sending a hollow oak tree for dressing-up.

"Marshal, I'm fairly sure you have experience in just about nothing. Nothing to do with grooming at least," he pointed the hat once again at the other's rapidly falling beard, with a growing intention to actually slap it. With little pain inflicted, of course. After all, he needed someone to keep him spontaneous enough for his parents, even if said spontaneous behaviour resulted in unfavourable outcomes and unfavourable burns in unfavourable places.

"So, we're just heading to the Astronomy Tower? As in, right now? With all those people there to judge me. And you. To judge us. You know I wasn't kidding when I said Merlin Dormitory's going to be more than a little mad, right?" He said, though Marshal was already out the door by the time he'd regained the ability to say something other than an indignant what. "And, the moon isn't a planet, mate, I thought you'd know that."

After receiving no reply and catching the eye of a particularly scary ghost costume he wasn't sure was a costume, he decided to follow after the other. Hopefully his fellow Slytherins wouldn't let him get caught in the crossfire once they saw the Gryffindor's costume.

"Fine, coming," he muttered to nobody, running after the blue robes.

@Aldor Humbleglow | @Henry Knight

Rose grinned when Aldor caught a chocolate broom, glad he was so determined. "Nice job!" Even though it was hard for Rose to do it in heels, it must have been much much harder to do it with that big costume. Henry Knight then approached her, dressed appropriately- as a knight.

She had met Henry a few times, including just a few days ago when they were both having an off day because of problems at home. He had at least given her a couple smiles that day, and she overall saw him as a pretty good person. Of course, all people were complicated, but overall, she was sure he was pretty good.

"Hey, Henry. Your costume is very fitting. It's going pretty well, thanks. You?" Aldor hid behind her, his hands on her arm gently. She let one hand rest on his hands on her arm, acknowledging that he was there and reassuring him it was okay for him to be there. She was glad that Aldor trusted her enough to hide behind her, but was also slightly suspicious of Henry and why Aldor was hiding behind her because of him. Yeah, she was protective over Aldor.

She looked down at Aldor's face as he pulled up his helmet to reveal his face to Henry. Aldor stammered something about how they knew each other. "Yeah, we're in some classes together," she murmured gently.

"We're on our way to the movie now," Rose said, breaking up the awkwardness and hopefully Aldor's fear. "Would you maybe like to come with us?" This was more her being polite. She honestly hoped that Henry had somewhere else to go before going to the ballroom for the movie, not because she didn't like Henry, but because Aldor wasn't too comfortable around Henry for reasons unknown to Rose.