Spooky season

Halloween had always been one of those occasions Stelle looked forward to with a certain excitement, though not necessarily for the reasons one might imagine. She enjoyed scary stories, of course, as well as the prospect of Hogwarts filling up for a night with creatures that likely had no intention of behaving like ordinary ones. But above all, she relished the excuse to do something different. There was something particularly fun about being able to choose who she wanted to be for a few hours.

That afternoon, she found herself once again standing before one of the posters announcing the party in the dungeons. She had already read it several times, yet she kept pausing in front of it, as if some new information might appear between readings. The promise of sweets, costumes, and a night free from schoolwork was compelling enough on its own. The costume itself, however, was another matter. Stelle had considered various possibilities over the last few days, though none had managed to hold the top spot on her list for long. Some were too complicated, others required items she would likely spend hours hunting down, and a few simply stopped seeming like good ideas once she pictured herself wearing them.

She had also discovered that choosing a Halloween costume revealed quite a bit about a person. She could pick something she had always loved, something related to magical creatures, a character from a story, or even something utterly absurd that made sense only at a party like that. The more she thought about it, the more options appeare, and that was precisely the problem.

She ended up leaning lightly against the wall as she studied the poster, her arms crossed and a thoughtful expression on her face. Perhaps she was overcomplicating a decision that didn't require so much attention. After all, no one was going to examine the costumes the next day or grade her on creativity. But Stelle found it hard to let a decision rest when she still felt there might be a better option out there.

A stream of students walked down the corridor, and she had to step aside to make room for them. She looked at the poster again. The party was the following night. She still had time. That, rather than putting her at ease, gave her more opportunities to change her mind. She let out a sigh and finally stepped away from the wall. Maybe she should stop looking for the perfect costume and just pick something fun. It was Halloween, after all; there was no point in taking it too seriously.

She was about to leave when she spotted someone approaching down the hallway and stopping in front of the poster. It was Millie. Stelle recognized her immediately; after all, she had really enjoyed her tarot reading. Their conversation had flowed easily and left her feeling a thrill of curiosity. She thought that perhaps bouncing some ideas around might help her finally make a choice.

“Millie? Stelle, we met at camp.”English ‡Veela ‡ Russian ‡ Scottish Gaelic
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