31 October 2009
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Hello?" A young blond headed boy answered the door, wearing some sort of purple zip up suit.
"Trick or treat," Dominique called, her red hair fluttering in the wind. The boy frowned.
"What are you?" He asked, confused, "I'm a wrackspurt,"
"What am I?" Dominique laughed, "I'm a witch, of course," She pointed to the big, green, pimply stick – on nose that was dangling off her face. He giggled.
"I'm Lysander. Lysander Scamander," He smiled, reaching out to her and shaking her hand. She grinned.
"I'm Dominique. Dominique Weasley," She grinned. He laughed.
"I could tell by your red hair," He smiled.
"A lot of people can," She smiled back.
"Anyway, how much candy do you want?" Lysander asked, holding out a pumpkin full of sweets.
"Maybe a handful. Victoire, Mum and Dad all took Louis down to the less scary streets, but I don't want him to be jealous if I get more," Dominique reasoned. Lysander spooned a handful of candy into Dominique's cauldron.
"You should be a Ravenclaw if you're that smart," Lysander grinned. Dominique blushed.
"Thank you. Bye," Dominique turned to leave.
"Bye!" Lysander called after her.