17 year old Seraphina Hendrix
is the new arrival at Hogwarts School.
After spending 9 years under the care
of Ministry auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt,
she prepares for her first year
of magical education.
But what she doesn't account for,
is the pre...
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"It's itchy," Adrian squirmed under the sponge I was dabbing against his face.
"I know, just stay still or I won't be able to finish."
He screwed up his nose, causing the skin to wrinkle against the paint, before he gave in, allowing me to finish the heavy clown face paint I'd been trying to apply for the last 40 minutes.
Finally, I stepped back, nodding in approval.
Halloween had seemed to arrive out of nowhere, in between classes and unfriendly tutoring sessions with a certain blonde, I'd nearly forgotten it entirely.
It had never been a particularly big holiday at the Ministry, a flew floating pumpkins and some ghost biscuits and they'd called it a day, there were many more important things to worry about.
Adrian glanced in the hand mirror he was holding, his red clown lips pulling into an exaggerated grin as he saw the transformation I'd performed.
"It's wicked."
"Nearly as good as mine," Terence piped up from the bed, their own makeup almost matching Adrian's.
I rolled my eyes, inspecting my Hallow-themed look in Terence's full-length mirror.
I'd kept it lighter than with the other two, just a smoky burgundy shade on my lids, winged eye liner and two tiny dripping triangles underneath to remain in the with theme.
The three of us had agreed to wear matching looks for the party, collectively opting for a choice that didn't require much effort.
"Right," Adrian stood up from the chair excitedly, "let's get down there."
We nodded, following him out the door as we made our way to the party in the common room.
When we arrived, I noticed that it was pretty much the same set up as the last party, just a few floating pumpkins and skeletons projected around the wall in addition.
The main difference was the students; everyone had at least attempted some sort of costume, varying from sexy, to scary, to humorous.
Most people were unrecognisable, I only managed to identify a few as we waded through the crowd.
After a brief struggle, we broke through on the other side of a large group, all dressed as multiple variations of Rita Skeeter.
I spotted Violetta in her usual place on a sofa between Blaise and Tom, the three clinking shot glasses amongst themselves.
