They were taking one of their evening walks when Amity tripped over a piece of paper on the ground. Luz laughed a little at her clumsiness while she cursed, but then stopped and stared closer at the paper.
What's the Moonlight Festival?
Frowning, Amity reached down and picked the wrinkled flyer up, smoothing it out and studying the words.
Come to the Annual Moonlight Festival!
Free drinks, food and spectacular
views of the moon!
Celebrate this day of magical importance on Nov. 13th!
Starts 6:30 pm and ends 6:30 am.
(We will not be held accountable for any
magical mishaps!)
"Oh, this dumb thing? It's a big festival that happens annually to celebrate the alignment of the moon or whatever. Kids usually hold a moonlight conjuring and the older teens and adults unusually attend the festival."
Moonlight conjuring?
"Yeah, kids try to animate an inanimate object in order to practice magic. They spend all night at someone's house and eat chips and candy and drink soda. The last time I went to one was when I was 14."
Amity grimaced, remembering how much of a fail that conjuring was.
Luz grinned, eyes lighting up.
So it's like a sleepover.
"Sleepover?"
Nevermind, it's a human thing.
The ghost bounced excitedly, grin growing bigger.
Can we go!?
Pre-Luz Amity would've declined immediately, but Post-Luz Amity was whipped for the ghost in question.
She'd learned that word when Luz and her had been talking about Azura and Hecate fanfiction, while the ghost had blushed the entire time she was explaining it. When Luz finished, Amity was blushing just as badly. That had been a strange conversation.
Oh, who was she kidding, all of their conversations were strange.
Anyhow, Amity had determined that she was 'whipped' for Luz, and was now unable to say no to anything the girl asked her.
"I guess it wouldn't be too bad, but we are not staying until six in the morning."
Awww, you're no fun.
"Just be thankful I'm saying yes."
You know, I could go by myself if I wanted to.
Amity's face fell a little, which this time did not go unnoticed by Luz.
But, it wouldn't be the same without you there.
The ghost smiled, chocolate eyes warm as she looked at Amity. A smile of her own unwillingly crept onto her face.
It was offhand little statements like those that hurt.
"Quit playing with my heart Luz. I'm fragile."
The tone was joking, but her words were completely serious.
You're the toughest witch I know.
Amity didn't respond.
Just checking, we are planning on going to the festival Friday?
