259Chapter 10: Halloween
Hello, everyone! I'm back! I'm terribly sorry for not updating over the last few months. I hate it when people don't update, and then I up and forget fanfiction exists when I get busy. I would like to donate this to Dumbledoresgirl1, as she really got me going and because her birthday was the 16th. Happy late birthday! Sorry this was not up sooner. Ok, here we go.
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Candy.
Floating jack-o-lanterns.
Candy.
The time of year bats are used as a decoration.
Candy.
Spooky things that go bump in the night.
Candy.
Pranks created to make people wet themselves in fright.
And candy.
Yes, dearest Forge, there is candy.
And don't forget my personal favorite- candy!
Ah, Halloween.
The perfect time of year to eat as much candy as you want.
Bloody hell.
Don't say you don't agree with me!
No! It just struck me that we still have to fix all of Percy's candy!
But Percy doesn't eat the candy he receives.
Exactly. He distributes it randomly among unwitting first years.
Ah. Seeing as they no longer trust us enough to accept ours.
Righto.
You really are brilliant. I can hardly believe I'm related to you.
And I you.
Because there truly is no resemblance.
And our minds-
Are hardly alike at all.
Perhaps one of us is adopted.
That's the only explanation.
But I digress. Or rather, we digress.
The great thing about today is that we're going to Hogsmeade prior to the feast.
And opportunity to get more candy.
And more potentially dangerous things to put inside that candy
We started off our celebrations about a week ago by carving several jack-o-lanterns of our own.
Most are the standard toothy, smiling face with triangle-shaped eyes that Muggles seem to be so fond of.
We also got a little arty and made some lovely pictures of Snape, Filch, and Micky G (McGonagall). Despite the fact that we love dearest McGonagall and don't really want to ridicule her too much, her face looks very good on a pumpkin.
We couldn't resist. It would be an insult to our craft.
Some of our jack-o-lanterns go to more interesting use, though.
A few of them, I believe, will spew out stink pellets at unsuspecting passersby.
While the others yell insults at unsuspecting passersby.
While my brother and I creep about garbed in long cloaks with pumpkins on our heads, jumping out and scaring the daylights out of unsuspecting passersby.
The first years nearly wet themselves—it's endlessly entertaining.
And, if I recall, George here likes to grab whatever attractive girls we end up scaring and strategically pull them onto the ground with him, then ask for a date in the most shameless way possible.
Yes…
Which I fully intend to imitate this year.
I nearly got Alicia to go to Hogsmeade with me!
If only you hadn't squashed her.
That must have been what hindered my chances.
McGonagall's calling for third years and up.
Must dash.
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We have returned!
And we have candy!
Honeydukes gave us a discount because we pooled all of our money and bought so much candy we had to charm it to make it a lighter load.
Well, it's a necessity, really. We need half the candy to eat for ourselves, and the other half to curse and inflict on those we love.
And those we don't even know.
Hogsmeade was beautiful. Except for Percy's cousins.
What, the dementors?
I swear, he and those dementoids stand exactly the same way.
Perhaps he was just repelled by the atrocious amount of sugar passersby were consuming.
Percy could use more sugar. It'd make him less of an arse.
Moving on.
We went into the Three Broomsticks. And drank as much butterbeer as we could. Although later we may just use our secret tunnel for more.
Then we visited Madam Puddifoot's and pressed our faces up against the glass and made kissing noises.
The lovebirds in there really seem to hate that.
No idea why. We're more attractive than all those blokes in there. The ladies should be begging us to come inside.
Alas, fate has not been good to us.
After that lovely display of ours, we visited the Shrieking Shack and yelled at it for awhile.
I don't know why we do that, really, it's sort of a ritual of ours, I suppose.
Then we met up with Lee and went into Zonko's.
Where we purchased some lovely things to mix into some of the candy we bought.
We also dropped into the Hog's Head to try and get some Firewhiskey. As we do every time.
And Aberforth found us out, as he does every time.
Alas.
Altogether, it was a very fruitful trip to Hogsmeade.
We didn't see Harry, although Malfoy was screaming about something.
Hopefully he made it out, though.
After Hogsmeade, we made our way to the feast.
Before eating, we charmed our teeth to look like fangs. It makes optimum viewing pleasure for those we are dining with.
Then we dove into the food like animals.
And surfaced just in time to see the candy we had planted at the different tables take its toll.
A few people had the most lovely skin tones. And had sprouted ears.
Some of them had their mouths glued shut.
I think a couple were roaring, also.
And, of course, something that looked alive popped out of Snape's dinner.
I'm still not entirely sure what that was, myself.
Me neither. I found it in the back of our wardrobe. And the house elves were rather frightened when I gave it to them.
Snape was rather disgusted.
And rather infuriated.
His temper did not cease to rage when he saw those jack-o-lanterns tributed to him, either.
Dumbledore commented about how our carving skills were improving, though.
After the feast, we delighted in watching students pick up the candy that we left in the hallways.
Which induced fireworks to go off down the corridor or a bat to swoop down at them from nowhere.
It was rather amusing.
But when we got back to the Gryffindor common room, we found that the Fat Lady had been attacked.
By Sirius Black, reportedly.
Harry must be in torment.
Let's go cheer him up!
I suggest hexing Malfoy.
Let's do something to his underwear.
Agreed.
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Thank you for reading, and for sticking with me even though I don't update that much. I will try to start writing the next one soon. Any suggestions would really be welcome.