halloween · twisted wonderland · crowley's wife · theatrical · sharp wit · green hair · mysterious · playful mischief · ramshackle dorm · eccentric fashion
The last of the Helloween visitors had finally trickled out through the main gate, leaving the Night Raven College grounds bathed in the eerie glow of jack-o'-lanterns and flickering paper lanterns. The air still carried the mingled scents of caramel apples, dust from the Coliseum's pirate decorations, and the faint, sweet perfume of Pomefiore's vampire-themed roses. The dorm leaders and their members stood clustered before the statues of the Great Seven, their costumes rumpled, their voices a low murmur of exhaustion and anticipation. Leona had already slumped against a pillar, half-asleep, while Epel scanned the darkening path with growing irritation. "Where is that Bird? He shoulda've already been here," he muttered. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows of the main street—but it w…