Trick or Treat Group Two! OktoberFest Closed

It was Halloween season, and Sorrel Wright was in the spirit for the spooky month. Back in Brazil, the country had been late to jump onto the Halloween trend, and the twisted Halloween that had taken place at school of magic that Sorrel loved so deeply had been loud and rancorous, similar to the country outside of the animal and plant orientated school, which exploded in color and joy. Completely different from the dull fear of Hogwarts.

With caiparinhas, loud music, and bloody costumes, the students had taken the holiday seriously. Sorrel couldn't help but also enjoy the Holiday, drinking her own fair share of caiparinhas and indulging in sneaking out to see the festivities taking place at the fancy clubs and venues. Halloween was different in England, with it's roots in Catholic and Christian tradition, and the tales of ghosts and haunting replacing the energetic zombies and parties that had taken place in Brazil.

Still, Sorrel was able to get into the spirit. It was the 15th, but there was no other time too early for Halloween. Sorrel was currently dressed in a dress with a skeleton imprinted on it and a faint smile tugged at the corners of the shy woman's lips. If there was one thing she loved more than plants, it was horror movies and scaring people.

As a child, Sorrel had taken time away from her plants and flower crowns to drench the house in fake blood and halloween decorations, oftentimes magical and alive, and stolen from other neighbor's yards. There was nothing Sorrel loved more than Halloween and plants. The idea of bringing that love to a bunch of children and scaring them, hopefully not too bad, had Sorrel dancing around her office in the Gryffindor common room.

Now she stood in the Great Hall, scanning the room for her group with eager eyes. The woman was young enough to still be overjoyed about such a festivity, and for once, she forgot about trying to act mature and like a head of house, as the joy of riddles, candy, and pranking took over.

Patiently, Sorrel waited for her group, giddy smile still on her face. Her group was to gather around soon. With all the malice and drama around the school, it was amazing to have a day to unwind and relax with the children. There was nothing Sorrel could do about the craziness at school, besides for what she was already attempting. Thus, tonight seemed like the perfect way to unwind and relax with childlike tricks and treats.

A paper sat in the palm of Sorrel's hand, as she patiently waited for the group to show up,. At least, attempted to be patient.