Trick or Treat

[Beaumont Karhunlappi]

Beau had been looking forward to the Halloween Feast ever since he'd discovered the Trophy Room and seen all the prizes up for grabs. Of course, he wanted one of those prizes, but he wanted another one even more: the cup for most house points earned. Eventually, he'd like to be on the team that won the Quidditch cup, too, but first years weren't allowed to try out for quidditch. As he entered the Great Hall for the feast, he looked around, trying to spot Alex or Kiera. Kiera had hinted at the beginning of the school term that their costumes would be awesome. He felt kind of awkward in the get up he had on: A giant cloak with a severed head attached, and his own head sticking out through a hole in his costume's 'chest.' He wished he knew more magic so he could have an even better costume, but contented himself with the thought that in years to come, he would be able to do whatever he wanted.

The Hall was amazing. The blood-coloured moon in the sky was perfectly creepy and there were heaps of awesome props set up around the place. Beau had never actually met any ghosts yet, so he imagined the 'people' floating about to be magical illusions. The food looked delicious and Beau hurried to the nearest table, not caring which house table it was, and began digging in.

 

[Sam Prince]

It was another Halloween in the castle of Hogwarts although Sam felt like it was his first year when he was eager and suprised at the older students costumes. Although now,in his third year he had learned that anything was possible, so really a lot of the 'amazing' costumes weren't as much of a surprise though he was still quite excited. This year he wanted to put a lot more effort into his costume then he had in the previous years. He wanted to be one of the older students with the magical costumes. In the end he had come up with a costume of a zombie, it was realistic and gory and he had managed to enchant it so that when he spoke his voice was changed into a husky and spooky tone.

Once Sam had put his costume on he left hs dorm and headed down to the feast that he knew was going to be directed beautifully. Sam had realized that he was seeing less and less of his friends, he was seeing more of Leia then anyone else not that he minded, he just didn't want his friends to think that he didn't care about them anymore. Which was not true, truth was that he was just so busy, be it practicing for quiddith or attempting to get on top of his assignments once more. He hoped he would find them at tonights event.

Sam entered the hall which was decorated as expected, although Sam thought it was even better then last years. He looked around at the marvellous costumes that the students of Hogwarts had come up with. It was magical. Sam smiled to himself beneath his zombie mask and walked to the Hufflepuff table. It was full of students but he couldn't recognize half of them, however the students was not what he was looking at, it was the great mass of food that caught his attention. Sam took a seat and began to fill up his plate with delicious treats. He looked across from him to see....Beau? It took him a while to realize who it was but he recognized him as the kid from the dorm, "Great costume mate." Sam said, his London accent was not audble this time, it was the dark husky spooky voice that was heard.

 

[Beaumont Karhunlappi]

Beau was having a great time pigging out and watching everyone's amazing costumes. Now that he was here and could see everyone else's, he realised his costume was really lame. He'd have to put some real effort into next year's, and hopefully he'd know more magic by then. He watched in awe as a creepy zombie approached the table and filled a plate with food. He grinned widely at the zombie, but was very surprised when it said his name. "Woah!" he looked more closely, trying to figure out who it was. It couldn't be another first year, surely? And he didn't know anyone older from any other houses except for Kiera, so it had to be someone from his hour... right? Unless it was Kiera, but Beau didn't think so. It spoke again and it had a deep, gravelly tone. He smiled at the compliment to his costume, but didn't buy it. The one in front of him was ten times cooler.

He raised his eyebrows at the monster. "Who is it? It's an amzaing costume, dude. Shouldn't you be eating brains, though? I mean, I'm not suggesting you eat mine, but man that's an awesome costume. How did you make it?"

It never occurred to Beau to be scared. That just wasn't in his emotional repertoire. He continued to stare at the ugly beast before him, thinking if he looked long enough he'd be able to figure out who it was and how to make such a gruesome costume for himself. Was that goo dripping from his hands? "Hey, don't leave your zombie skin on the cauldron cakes, man."