6. [Halloween] [a party! which means RP for anyone!]

[most_amazing]

eclecticmuses :: HalloweenIt’s the first Halloween since the end of Voldemort. It’s the first real holiday, actually. It’s moments such as these that still feel funny - it’s as if the memories have rough edges, and she’s afraid to touch them. She’s trying though, really trying, to be cheerful and to avoid the gloomy disposition that sometimes sweeps over her

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[sorta_like_711]

Murph arrived at the flat positively beaming. He was incredibly proud of his accomplishment as making his own Han Solo costume. Earlier in the week he had bought brown pants from the thrift shop and now he wore them tucked into his faded black boots. On his torso he wore a white collared shirt which he already owned, but hardly ever wore and a makeshift vest on top. It used to be a sweater, but some sacrifices had to be made for Halloween. Without further pause, he knocked on the door of the flat excitedly.

[most_amazing]

Hermione grinned and trotted to the door. She made sure the little red hood was covering her bushy brown hair and grabbed her basket filled with assorted candy. She opened the door and beamed, "Oooh! Han Solo!"

[sorta_like_711]

"That's me! Well, I'm really Murph, but t'day I'm Han Solo!" he said stepping through the door. "Happy fuckin' Halloween, Hermione! I got ye somethin'."

He always felt compelled to bring something to parties, and he certainly couldn't come empty handed if this was a flatwarming party. He hoped she liked the gift. After all, when one was living in illegal government housing because you're too broke to afford actual rent, choices are kind of limited.

Untucking the book from under his arm, Murph presented to her 101 Ways to Throw a Halloween Party You'll Never Forget! He had gotten it at the same thrift store where he found the trousers and immediately thought of Hermione upon seeing it. He hoped she didn't mind the dog eared pages of a used book. "Looks like ye won't need this though," he said with a smile. "Yer doin' fine fer yerself already."

[most_amazing]

"Oh! It's lovely Murph!" And, she thought that really she could've used it about two weeks ago, but that was beside the point. "Well, at this point, you're the first one here, so you get the official tour of the flat!"

[naboo_theenigma]

Naboo wasn't in costume, because well it wasn't Halloween yet and he just wasn't that organised to already have planned a costume. He'd look into that later, or possibly steal something from Vince since half of his gear looked like it was fancy dress.

Of course being a shaman it could be said that he was sort of wearing a costume anyway, not many people wore ceremonial robes and a turban after all.

Anyway the point was there was a short shaman standing on Hermione's doorstep, looking behind him every so often for Vince and/or Howard, he'd mentioned it but they were never exactly commital about these things.

[most_amazing]

Hermione didn't recall actually meeting this person, but he reminded her a tiny bit of Professor Flitwick. Besides, if he found her flat, then he couldn't be evil... she hoped.

"Hello!" she said cheerfully.

[naboo_theenigma]

Ah that's the wonder of Naboo, he just has a knack for finding out about parties. And she's he's definitely not evil at all.

"Alright?" he replied happily offering his hand. "I'm Naboo, this your party is it?"

[most_amazing]

She took his hand and shook it gently. "Yes, it is. I'm Hermione. It's very nice to meet you, sir."

[trickster_loki]

Loki arrived, poofing just outside of Hermione's flat door. He'd come dressed as a swashbuckling pirate in a fabulous leather phoenix vest. His black cavalier hat was tilted at a rakish angle on his head and he was grinning quite rakishly himself. In his arms, he carries a package wrapped in the Sunday comics. Within the package, is a seasonal throw.

With the toe of one of his fabulously piratical boots, Loki knocks on Hermione's door. Since his hands are full and all.

[most_amazing]

Hermione quite nearly bounced to the door. This throwing a party thing was rather exciting, really!

"Loki!" she grinned once she opened the door, "You're a pirate! That's fantastic!"

She moved as if to hug him, but then noticed there just so happened to be a gift. "Oh! A present?"

[trickster_loki]

Loki laughed, set the present aside, and took her into his arms for a hug. "It's a housewarming, isn't it? It'd be the height of rudeness not to bring something."

Because giving her the keys to one of his houses didn't actually help to to anything warming to this house.

[most_amazing]

"You brought yourself. That's perfectly enough for me," she said, then hoped he didn't notice that, of course, she was blushing. Really, at this point he was going to think her skin was naturally pink.

[hasnerve]

Ginny received Hermione's owl and thought that a party was a brilliant idea. Anything to celebrate life and put the last few years behind them. If anyone deserved to have a good time it was her friend, Ron and Harry.

She glanced down at her outfit of blue, purple and gold as she apparated just outside Hermione's door. Ginny had thought it funny to come dressed as Queen Maeve. The blanket that she'd knitted for her friend, well that the magical needles had knitted, was carefully folded into a pretty wrapped box. Ginny raised her hand to knock on the door.

[sorta_like_711]

Seeing a familiar face in a not-so-familiar costume, Murph bounded over to Ginny. Still positively gleeful over his Han Solo costume he gave her a bright smile. "Hey Ginny! Hermione's 'round here somewhere, she's busy bein' a good hostess an' all that. We may's well have fun in the meantime, aye?"

[most_amazing]

"Ginny!" Oh, see, this party thing wasn't so hard, was it? She grinned, rather happy to have Murph around. "I'm so glad you made it. Did any of your brothers tag along?"

[hasnerve]

"Hermione! Nice flat and nope, I came by myself. I'm sure they'll be along later." She grinned at her friend. "A Weasley never turns down a party and a party of a friend... definitely not!"

[corky_sherwood]

An owl had dropped a letter on her head.

That had been more than a little strange. She probably would've screamed had it not taken her an entire five seconds to realize what had happened. By the time she and everyone else in the room had turned their heads toward the winged messenger flying down the hallway, it was a little too late to react.

But when Corky opened the letter, it turned out to be an invitation to a Halloween party, and it sounded so positively charming that she found it impossible to say no.

So here she was, dressed as Little Bo Peep at the door of a girl named "her-mee-own", carrying a pink bag filled to the brim with everything from Hershey Kisses to Tootsie Rolls. It was a Halloween party, after all, and what better way to celebrate than by sharing candy with a bunch of strangers?

[most_amazing]

Hermione was starting to wonder just where exactly her owls had flown. Oh well, there were plenty of people at her party and none of them seemed to be dark wizards.

"Oh! Little Bo Peep!" she smiled, since she was all dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood. She didn't really have a clue who this person was, but her costume was adorable! Besides, it could easily be Tonks or someone with quite a bit of transfiguration ability?

[corky_sherwood]

As soon as Hermione opened the door, Corky let out a piercing squeal.

"LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD!" she yelled, the big yellow curls on her Bo Peep wig bouncing with her excitement. "Don't you look adorable! You must be Hermeeown." She grinned and held up her bag of candy. "I brought a few treats for everybody; I hope that's okay. Oh! And how could I forget to introduce myself!?" Extending a hand, she said, "I'm Corky! Thank you so much for inviting me to your party!"

She paused and cringed for a split-second. "Although the way the invitation was delivered was... well, it was unique."

[most_amazing]

"You can call me Mione, if you'd like," she said, after a momentary flashback to Viktor and the struggling over her name. "Oh! Treats! That's brilliant!

Corky? Okay, so maybe there were more interesting names than Hermione after-all. Oh, and she certainly didn't sound like she was from England or, well, anywhere in Europe at least. Seriously, where did those owls fly? She did send one to Boston. Hmm. She'd really have to look into that.

"Oh, well," and she was a muggle. Huh. She'd certainly have to check about that. There was this lovely mass-mail system set up at the office, but clearly there were some kinks in the system. "my boss is rather eccentric. He sent out the invitations for me as a house-warming gift. Quirky, no?"

[Eeeee! Corky! I loved that show SO MUCH. Poor Hermione has no clue, but I'm so insanely happy!]