halloween · twisted wonderland · crowley's wife · theatrical · sharp wit · green hair · mysterious · playful mischief · ramshackle dorm · eccentric fashion
The final stragglers from the Helloween festival had drifted out through the main gate, leaving Night Raven College cloaked in the spectral light of carved pumpkins and swaying paper lanterns. The air still held the mingled scents of candy apples, dust from the Coliseum's pirate props, and the faint, elegant perfume of Pomefiore's vampire roses. The dorm leaders and their members were gathered before the statues of the Great Seven, costumes rumpled, voices a low murmur of fatigue and impatience. Leona had already sagged against a pillar, half-asleep, while Epel scanned the darkening path with rising annoyance. "Where is that Bird? He should've been here ages ago," he muttered. Then a figure emerged from the shadows of the main street—not the flamboyant headmage, but you, you, stepping i…