Tricking and Treating Group 7 Oktoberfest Close

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Oktoberfest was never-ending with one event after another, but Bloom absolutely loved it. She needed to keep her mind focused and having these events were helping her do just that. Granted, she was not studying as much as she would like because she was often a part of the social scene. Bloom needed more friends and what more than to really delve into these events? She already met Amadea and Arthur from Hufflepuff and Elijah from Slytherin.

Bloom had already partook in the tasting and mixing tents as well as the baking. She could not wait for the trick or treating. She wondered what it could entail as Hogwarts would probably do more than just getting candy. Knowing the school and what they believe in, they think that earning your way to getting candy is how it should be.

Earlier in the day, Bloom had gotten an owl from Max Avery, the Head Boy of the school. He was also in Gryffindor house. He was the leader of their group which was group seven. She wondered who would be in the group with her as so many people signed up for this event. She was lucky enough to have had room to play. In the letter it mentioned to go to the Great Hall when the night was young. Shrugging, she figured that it was after dinner when the sun was setting into the mountains.

Bloom, in her uniform along with her blue and black robe stepped into the Great Hall. She saw a few stragglers from dinner, but her attention was caught by the Gryffindor second year leaning against the wall. He seemed calm. It made her nervous. What was in store for her? For her group?

Walking towards Avery, she gave an awkward smile, "Hi, I'm Bloom Silverton," she said, introducing her name just in case he did not know. It was also for the sake of attendance as it was important to be on time or to at least appear for any event that one signed up for. Looking around, it seemed that she was the first to arrive. It was almost like with the baking event. She was the first to arrive, waiting for a partner. (And out of all the partners that could arrive, it was none other than Ben Eckenrode, her ex boyfriend.) Luckily, that wouldn't happen again, but still, sometimes she just hated being early or the first one to arrive for that reason.

Interaction: Max Avery

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Tina trudged down the corridors leading to the Great Hall. It was filled with Halloween decorations, depicting hallow pumpkins, black bats, and glowing skeletons. She was unfazed by them since she had seen them multiple times before. She's been celebrating Halloween with her parents or years and enjoyed being frightened. However, over the years, she gained a better immunity to all the typical Halloween tricks.

That's why she signed up for the Trick or Treat. She hoped Hogwarts would add a new element to scare, exposing her to something new. She wanted to feel goosebumps up her arms, shivers down her spine and her feet to be paralyzed by terror. She couldn't help but to wonder who would be in her group and wanted to be with her friends. Despite her eccentric behavior and he difficulty to "fit in", she's managed to make a few fiends in every house. She just wished she had the capability of speaking to the older students, but she was afraid that they would look down on her for being in a different year, even though she was the same age as many of them.

When she arrived, she was upset to find out she wasn't the first one there. A ravenclaw girl, who looked a little older than her, began to introduce herself to Max Avery, their leader. Feeling anxious, she walked very slowly over to them. With a placid expression, she says, quietly, "I'm Tina Addington."

While waiting for a response, Tina stole some quick glances at the girl, hoping she was a kind person.

Interaction: Tina Addington, Bloom Silverton

Mention: Max Avery
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He was certain that his costume was a joke.

He had received an unusually large box from his sister the other day containing a large, blue onesie and a small note simply stating, "Here's your costume, xoxo Celestine".  He had examined the vibrantly blue costume with a wry grin, shaking his head at his sister's strange sense of humour. The onesie, of course, was of Eeyore- the "depressed donkey", as Celestine had been so fond of calling him. Eeyore was, in Elijah's mind, the utmost relatable character in Christopher Robin's universe, but that didn't mean he was all too excited to wear it.

However, it was still cold out, and the costume would provide some semblance of warmth against the chill in the air. Thus, he found himself heading toward the great hall to meet his trick-or-treating group dressed as a bright blue donkey. That's right, you heard him correctly- trick-or-treating, believe it or not, and he had dressed up, too. He was still a child, after all, and trick-or-treating in an enormous castle seemed to promise some fun, especially if there were some riddles involved.

He loved riddles.

Riddles tested your mind, and its ability to think outside the box, to come up with odd and unusual answers, which he excelled in. Riddles under pressure were even better, where stress was placed upon a participator and their mind would begin to run to the wildest of solutions, even the most illogical ones. Here, in Hogwarts, would yield no such solutions- in a place where nearly everything was possible, nearly everything could be an answer.

The team leader that had been assigned to him would've had to be the boy with the handsome features covered in paint, decorated to look like a skeleton. A brief assessment would show that he was a confident boy from a well-bred family, taking into consideration his posture and his shoes. Yes, his shoes- shoes that were of high-quality, shoes that belonged to a family with money.

Shoes not unlike his own.

Clothing was perhaps the biggest tell when you tried to analyze someone. It showed how they held themselves; someone who cared about how they looked would dress nicer, and would wear clothes to accentuate their strengths and hide their weaknesses. The quality of the clothes would tell you about their family, and how much they were willing to spend on clothes- or, in general, just how much money they had. Of course, in Hogwarts, it was hard to tell with all of the uniforms, which is why he tended to rely on shoes.

There were three other girls present- one he recognized as Bloom Silverton, the second-year Ravenclaw he'd met at the Butterbeer Tasting Tent; a shy looking girl who seemed rather familiar; and a fellow Slytherin he had seen around before but had never really talked to. The Slytherin had flaming red hair and was dressed in a strange, black-and-lacy get-up with cat ears, which he guessed to be her costume. A cat, maybe?

"Good evening, Bloom," he said quietly, addressing the only familiar face in the group in particular, making direct eye contact with her. "Good evening, Tina; Devina." Good manners were the epitome of making a good first impression, which would lead to a good relationship, which would simply be beneficial to all parties involved. It was just simple logic. 

Introductions were also in order, as he reminded himself. "I'm Elijah Huang, if you haven't met me yet." It was doubtful that any of them would remember his face, save for Bloom, considering that his main goal was to blend into the background a majority of the time. Planting an almost-genuine smile on his face, he glanced around at the group, excited to the night's events to start.

He was sure that tonight would be a night he wouldn't forget.

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Elijah's Costume:

Interaction: Elijah Huang
Mentions: Devina Spice
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Bloom saw that there were a couple more people that were entering the Great Hall. Each one had their own outfit that they brought from home to dress up in. One was Eeyore from the Muggle show, Winnie the Pooh and another was dressed in a black dress with flowery headband. Unfortunately, Bloom did not have a costume. On top of that, her parents were unable to afford one for her to have. So her being in her uniform was the best that she could do. In a way, she could say that he's dressed as an educated witch?

She wished that her family was able to afford, but they were working in minimum wage and having luxury items was different especially with an overall of four kids. Just recently, in the summer, Bloom's parents had adopted a baby boy. She could not believe that even though they scrounge for money for rent and other things needed, they would adopt a baby. Though little did Bloom know that there was a large tale that followed the reason-- one that was dark and unknown to not only her, but her sisters too.

The person in the Eeyore costume looked familiar. Bloom wondered where she had met him. Perhaps in the corridor? It wasn't until he spoke to her that helped remind her when she met him. It was during the tasting tent the last Oktoberfest event took place. She remembered that for a Slytherin, he was exceptionally nice. Bloom smiled and waved at him. Unfortunately, she forgot his name-- hopefully she would figure it out shortly.

"Ready to go trick or treating?" she asked to the Slytherin first year, starting small talk. Bloom, smiling, was wondering what was going to happen. Only in Hogwarts would they take the term "trick and treating" literally. Earning their treat was the motto of the school no matter what.

Interacts: Devina Spence

Mentions: Elijah Huang 

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Tina felt a little suffocated by the entrance of more members. Too many people in one area always made her feel out of place. With all the animated costumes that the other members of the group were wearing, she felt quite bland and plain. She had worn her long wavy bright red hair in pigtails and put on her usual big black geek glasses over her big gold doe yes instead of her orange ones. She had on a black, cowl neck sweater with white jeans that had bell bottoms and small, laced, dark brown boots. She decided that if anyone asked, she’ll tell them she was a disco dancer on break.

When she saw Devina, she was happy that she at least knew somebody. She made sure to wave at her when she greeted her and complimented her costume. She liked how the dress contrasted with her hair, but she fit her all the same. When the Slytherin boy named Elijah arrived, she admired his costume from a distance. She liked how he wore something unique and unconventional. She was surprised when he greeted her by her name as she had only seen him in the halls once in a while. Out of sincere respect, she greeted him back formally.

Since she didn’t want to stand idle and do nothing until the event began, so she walked over to Devina and asked, “What are you looking forward to?”

Interactions: Tina Addington, Bloom Silverton
Mentions: Arthur Morgan, Elijah Huang

One by one the group trickled in, all in varying stages of costume from no costume at all to fully decked out from head-to-toe. Max watched them carefully, offering solemn nods to those who greeted him but remaining largely distant as they greeted the people they'd be going through tonight's trial with. Perhaps a few of them would even become friends after tonight - brought together by fear and hilarity - but that wasn't for him to decide. He would be doing other things while they hunted his riddles, so it was all up to them now.

Quietly slipping the paper out of his pocket, he watched their interactions, noting that they were friendly for the most part. Bloom - he vaguely recognized her from the previous year, though they'd never interacted - appeared to be a kind Ravenclaw, though her lack of costume made him wonder if she was lacking in love of adventure. The redheaded first year with the golden eyes... she seemed nervous, more reserved than Bloom, and he had to wonder where she'd fit in with this motley crew of people. The second redhead from Slytherin was more bubbly, and Max had to avoid chuckling again because he had a feeling this redhead might be the one to hold everyone together.

The Slytherin boy who introduced himself as Elijah caught Max's attention and he stared for a long moment, recognizing a quiet intelligence and an introduction that screamed pure-blood. The odd costume couldn't hide the manners, and Max made a mental note to keep an eye on that one. The final boy was - surprise, surprise - a Hufflepuff, the House Max had sworn an internal oath to hate in year one. As Head Boy, he really couldn't discriminate against the Houses anymore, but he had to admit that he wouldn't be all that broken up if the first year was absolutely terrified by the end of the night. It was a struggle not to laugh and he quickly stepped forward to hold out the letter he'd neatly inked onto thick, expensive parchment.

Come on out to where we fly,
But not where our colours clash in the sky,
We go here first before the game,
And start out equal, all the same.
But make no mistake, this isn't class,
No professor will stop you from eating grass.

A small, simple one to get them started; the riddles would increase in difficulty, but for now he figured this would do. Without any other instructions, he handed the riddle to the person closest and took a step back, tossing his apple in the air again. Up and down, the colours of his House - a House that wouldn't be represented in his group tonight. He hoped at least some of them had Gryffindor bravery, though, because it might get difficult if they didn't. Giving them all a second to scan over the riddle, he lifted the apple high above his head before they could finish it and begin asking questions.

Without a word, he brought it down hard to smash at his feet, and the surprising sound of glass breaking could be heard through the Hall a moment before he was engulfed in a plume of red smoke. It hung densely in the air for a moment before slowly dispersing, drifting lazily this way and that. By the time it had cleared enough for anyone to see through it, he was gone, leaving behind only pieces of a smashed fruit on the ground where he'd been standing.