No matter how long Maggie had lived in the north east, she was convinced she’d never get used to autumn weather. Standing outside of Carpe Noctem, the young witch leaned against the building as she smoked a cigarette. Her slightly revealing costume (that she referred to as her uniform), just barely peeked out from her oversized hoodie. Typically, Maggie didn’t startle easily, especially with the life she had lived, but she saw something out of the corner of her eye that made her jump a little bit. “Aye, who’s there?” She called out as she dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. “I ain’t easy prey so if you’re lookin’ for a good time, go somewhere else, creep.” The witch balled her fists up at her sides as she peered into the darkness, silently terrified.

After a few run ins with some of her friends, Maggie was about to resign her night to staying directly by Sylvie’s side. It was then she had seen Wren out of the corner of her eye. Picking the front of her tattered wedding dress up a bit, she approached the other witch. “Y’know, I ain’t ever had a moment where I thought Eric Draven could get hotter, and yet here you are in my life,” she teased. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as she looked her friend’s costume over one more time. “We’re just a coupl’a goth’s wet dreams aren’t we?”

Maggie really wished that she had planned her costume better. As cute as her ghost bride ensemble was, it was so damn hot as the dress was heavy. It had started to ruin her mood and she could feel that usual anger burning inside of her. Just when she was ready to spend the rest of her night propped up against the wall, she spotted her friend. “Lucy!” she exclaimed, practically skipping over to the other witch. “Look at you! My goodness, you are just the prettiest thing in the whole damn world! I gotta be honestly, I wasn’t expectin’ you to clean up like this, baby doll.” She chuckled briefly. “You see O yet? It’d be one helluva party if our whole gang was all in the same place for once.”