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- OOC First Name
- Dan
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Straight 10 1/2 Inch Sturdy Laurel Wand with Boomslang venom Core
- Age
- 3/2023
Matt had decided early on that for the Halloween feast he was going to go for a classic look. A zombie, the subject of many horror films he had watched with his Dad growing up. A big fan of horror movies, Matt was a massive fan of Halloween. Other kids looked forward all year to Christmas, for him it was halloween. When he was younger he loved going trick or treating around the neighborhood and once he got to Hogwarts the annual feast only fueled his love of the holiday. From what he could gather by the noise level in the dorms, he was one of the last few to leave, which was a shame. In previous years he had got ready early and watched in the common room as the girls came down from their dorms in their outfits of choice. Some would go traditional scary, but others, well they made the holiday the stuff of teenage boys dreams.
Matt made his way out of the quiet Ravenclaw common room and down to the Great hall where the students were gathered in their masses outside and even more inside. He went inside and his first stop was to get a drink. His throat was particularly dry after spotting several attractive sixth and seventh year girls on the way in. Short and tight costumes were all the rage with the older girls and Matt, along with most of the boys in his year and above, were not complaining. The Ravenclaw took a sip of his pumpkin juice as he serveyed the room. It was going to be a good night.
Matt made his way out of the quiet Ravenclaw common room and down to the Great hall where the students were gathered in their masses outside and even more inside. He went inside and his first stop was to get a drink. His throat was particularly dry after spotting several attractive sixth and seventh year girls on the way in. Short and tight costumes were all the rage with the older girls and Matt, along with most of the boys in his year and above, were not complaining. The Ravenclaw took a sip of his pumpkin juice as he serveyed the room. It was going to be a good night.