#maleficium:start

Sprawled across the library floor, papers and books surrounding him, Gabriel Greengrass let out a yawn and placed the open text-book on his chest. The approaching footsteps could have been anyone, but he particularly didn’t want it to be the Librarian- the mess he had made would send her into a shit-fit. “Oh thank god,” Gabe chuckled as he looked up to identify the stranger, happy that it wasn’t the old crone who patrolled the library aisles.

“The whole modern Halloween celebration is stupid, if you think about it. Why do they even let kids celebrate? I didn’t even know what Halloween was until I went away to school, and they definitely didn’t let first years participate. And you know why? Because it was just like this.” Meaning, he definitely had not bothered with a costume, but he was helping himself to drinks. Nothing excessive...yet, but he was well enough past tipsy at this point. “Well, there were no...Death Day parties? But that’s because we weren’t haunted.”

“Merde,” Evelyn hissed, staring up at the top of the bookshelf and cursing her short French father for her small stature (in her opinion her only weakness). Narrowing her eyes at the bookshelf, she also cursed the Charms essay which was due the following morning, and the fact the one resource she needed to finish it was out of her reach.  Accio, such a simple spell, she thought as she felt the nine and a quarter inch wand quiver with anticipation in the pocket of her robes. The spell was simple enough, but for the Flamel girl had only been of use when she wanted to cause scenes of mass destruction. She had always blamed the Veela hair core for the temperamental nature of her spell-casting, though her Charms professor (ironically who was the reason she was in this predicament in the first place) claimed she had a ‘distracted mind.’ “Distracted mind my ass,” she muttered, glancing over her shoulder to check nobody was watching and placing her small, ballet-pumped foot on the first shelf.