Open If She Doesn't Scare You, No Evil Thing Will

[Theia Carnahan]

It was difficult for Theia to get excited over anything, let alone Halloween, the holiday that was simultaneously her favorite yet most chaotic holiday of the year. But that year, she had to admit she was excited to attend the Halloween feast and put together a costume. Her memories of Halloween usually consisted of more tricks than usual from her dad and the rest of her family and so many treats her siblings were wildly running around on sugar highs. In short, it was a recipe for disaster and too many things for Theia to fret over, despite the fact her family were usually so happy every Halloween. Attending the Halloween feast at Hogwarts was admittedly very different, as the usual worries Theia had were distant, and the concept of the fact she did not need to worry in theory, was entirely new to her. On top of that, she had also decided to go all out with a group costume in her excitement for the holiday, and dressed as Cruella De Vil with Sawyer as a Dalmatian.

It was a simple, but fun costume to put together. Theia having become more experimental with make up, found it very fun to paint her face like a fashionable villain and top it off with a bright red lip. The half black, half white wig also added to her appearance and made her feel fabulous, as awful as Cruella was. Thankfully, her large white coat was faux fur and Theia wasn’t actually responsible for hurting any animals. The coat and the black dress she wore under it were fun, and felt luxurious, Theia loved walking from the dungeons to the great hall feeling as if she was someone else, someone without a care in the world. She leant against one of the stone walls in the entrance hall and waited for Sawyer, thinking their themed costumes would look best if they were seen together. It would be the way they could have the biggest impact, she thought. That was assuming other students at Hogwarts knew the story of 101 Dalmatians.​

 

[Sawyer Carnahan]

Halloween always had Sawyer on a heightened level of awareness. Years of having their dad spring suddenly from just about any location in the house would do that to you, not that Sawyer minded. He'd find himself hesitating just for a moment before getting into bed or grabbing his bag from on top of his trunk for the day before remembering there was no way Dad was lying in wait and almost feeling disappointed.

Another thing Sawyer was well used to from this time of year was following Theia around. Most holidays tended to grate on her more, with Dad being so focused on having fun and leaving Theia to hold together everything else. He wished she could just relax and have fun more, so he was glad they'd managed to put together a group costume this year, tilting his head contentedly and feeling the tips of the dog ears on his head tap against his hair as he met her near the entrance. "Wow, you should wear your hair like that more often," he said, nudging her with an elbow in greeting, though it was hard to tell if she'd feel it through her thick coat. "Very villainous," he assured her turning to look into the decorated hall. "What's the over/under on you letting me eat lollies for dinner?"