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Halloween Town Part 1

"OH MY GOD (Y/N)! GIVE MY MASK BACK!" the little boy yelled. I sighed as I threw a screamer mask behind me. I turned my head to see a bloody crying face. Amelia, my 7 year old sister, grabbed the mask off the oak floor and ran into her red, white, and blue room. She slammed her door and yelling could be heard from the room. My eyes rolled as I heard an older voice call my mother's name.

"LUCY! Long time no see my dearest daughter!" a female voice called. I rushed down the stairs to see Grandma Alice hugging mom. Grandma still looked as young as ever. Her greyish blonde hair was in pigtails, and her emerald eyes shone behind her black glasses. Her purse looked as if it had been carelessly tossed onto the floor, and she was dressed as Alice from Wonderland. Mother just shoved her off.

"GRANDMA!" I yelled as I hugged her. Grandma looked my way and held her arms open for a hug. Her eyes were tearing up as she saw me.

"(Y/N)! How long has it been since I last saw you?! 5 years? That's such a long time, love! How have you been?" grandma asked. She pulled away for a brief moment to pull a tissue out of her endless bag. I swear, one time she fit Amelia and Francis in the bag AT THE SAME TIME! HOW CRAZY IS THAT?! Speaking of one of the devils, Francis then surprised grandma, and in the process of almost giving her a heart attack, hugged her and then proceeded to squeeze her. I sighed as she tried to escape his grip, and mom had to pry him off. Grandma then tried catching her breath as she leaned against the black leather couch. Francis just stood there smiling. His blue eyes just sparkled with innocence as his blond hair, which mom surprisingly let him grow out, was dripping with sweat. His costume was Marquis de Lafayette from some musical called "Hamilton." He's too obsessed because a french guy is in it. I wonder what's up with that. Let's hope Francis isn't becoming gay.

"Francis, why are you so sweaty?" mom asked. He pointed at Venenciano, our cat. His light auburn fur was damp and covered in glitter, and the curl on his forehead drooped more than usual; he tried moving it out of his face, but his efforts were in vain. I laughed at the cute sight, and pointed my finger at him. Worst mistake ever. Lightning zapped from my finger, and hit the poor cat. A small (F/C) cloud engulfed him, and the cloud grew to a human sized puff of what looked like cotton candy. After the cloud cleared up, there sat Venenciano, hands hiding whatever was behind it, as a human; HE SAT THERE NAKED! WITH CAT EARS AND A TAIL! WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?!

"AHHH! WHAT WAS THAT?! WHERE IS VENENCIANO?! WHO IS THIS MAN?!" I yelled. I clutched my (H/L) (H/C) (Or of you don't have hair, then just holding the top of your head) and stared at him in panic.

"Where-a am I-a? What-a is this-a place-a?" the man asked with a thick Italian accent. Grandma just grabbed a stick out of her bag and chanted some words in Latin. She pointed her stick at the man, and a mint green cloud surrounded him, and it shrunk to Venenciano's size. Once the cloud dissipated, Venenciano returned where the cat he once was.

"Grandma, what the heck did I just do?" I asked. Grandma sighed as mother pinched her nose bridge. She stared at Grandma with her cold, purple eyes, and her white hair that went up to her back swayed as she shook her hair.

"You know what?! Go ahead! Ruin my life more than you already have!" mother said. Tears started streaming down her face as she threw her blue beret onto the floor and stomped away as her dark purple mini skirt flowed behind her as she did so. Grandma just looked at me, trying to find the right words. The door to her room slammed and a frustrated scream could be heard ringing throughout the house. Amelia still did not come out of her room.

"Uhhh. I'm just gonna do this the Harry Potter way, since I have no idea how to break it to you. Umm, you're a witch (Y/N)..." grandma said to me. "Your mother did not want you to find out, love. She wanted you to live a normal life like other kids." She walked towards me and gave me a gentle hug. I stood there in shock, as did Francis.