Author's note: Hey my first Fanfic! Happy dance! This takes place years after the Reckoning, so things have settled down. It's just some funny fluff, not really any action. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers or Harry Potter

"Aren't we a little too old for this?" Derek groaned.

Tori flashed him an evil smile. "Of course not! Look, I've spent the last nine years trying to be normal- now we have an excuse to actually be ourselves!"

If someone had told me nine years ago that Tori would be forcing us all to go to Rae's Halloween costume party- I'd have thought that they were crazy.

"I don't know Tori, it seems a bit…"

"Stupid? Tacky? Cheesy? Juvenile?" I glared at Simon.

"I was going to say unnecessary…" I corrected.

"You're still too nice, Chloe," Tori said. I stuck my tongue out at her. Simon laughed. Derek chuckled and I winked at him.

"I'd have thought you of all people would want to go," Tori reasoned, ignoring it. When Simon looked confused she elaborated, "Any excuse to get wasted, right?"

"Hey! I do not get wasted, sis," he retaliated.

"Umm, yeah you do, bro." Derek's low rumble came from across the room.

"Fine," I said, interrupting the laughter. "We'll go."

"We will?" Derek looked genuinely terrified now.

Tori guffawed. "That's right, Wolf boy, you will-"

"Oh put a sock in it Tori," Simon said, rolling his eyes. She flipped him off. "Well, if you're gonna be that way, I'm definitely not going."

"Oh yes you are," both Tori and Derek said, to everyone's surprise, including their own. When was the last time they agreed on anything? "If I have to suffer though this, so do you," Derek elaborated.

"That's right, Wolf boy. Now stand still, bro, so I can measure you."

"Measure-?" Simon's question was cut off as Tori placed him under a binding spell. She then proceeded to use her tape measure to get measurements for whatever costume she was getting for him.

Frankly, it would have been more amusing if this kind of thing didn't happen all the time.

"Hey! I'm not done with you two!" Tori called as Derek and I began to sneak out the back of her condo. Derek chuckled and I called out a reassurance that we'd be back. "You'd better!" She shouted out the window. I turned and looked back just in time to see Simon break free of the binding spell and bombard his sister with some of his own magic.

Derek sighed. "You'd think they'd be nicer to each other now." He meant now that they knew that they were siblings. Well, half siblings. Mr. Bae had told them both soon after we had defeated the Edison Group. To his credit, Simon had taken it in stride, even going so far as to try and comfort her about her mom. Tori, on the other hand, was another matter. She had had a crush on Simon, for Pete's sake! That messed with her pride, and rule number one with Tori- don't mess with her pride. She had locked herself in her room for a few days. Now, it appeared that they were back to the bickering duo we all know and love.

I laugh. "Yeah, guess not." He slid his arms around my waist from behind, chuckling. I twisted around to meet him, and planted a kiss on his lips. I could feel him grinning, even as he pulled away.

"Let's get out of here before someone gets hurt and we have to clean up the mess," he said, leading me to the truck by my hand. Right on cue, a large crash sounded from the condo we'd just left, followed by a string of profanity. "Run!" Derek mock-whispered.

We laughed as we ran back to our truck and slid in. When we got back to our apartment I asked him, "So what do you think?"

"Think about what?" Derek plopped down on the couch and patted the spot next to him. I sat down and he put his arm around my shoulders. I moved closer, getting comfortable.

"You know what." I rolled my eyes at his mock puzzled expression. "Tori's brilliant idea."

He rubbed his free hand over his face then glance down at me with those brilliant green eyes that made my heart pound.

"I really do have to go, don't I?"

"Yes," I said, triumphant. "And it'll be fun, damn it."

"Well, if you put it that way…" He kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, needing no more convincing than that. "So what'll you go as?"

I shrugged. "I'm pretty sure Tori already has something planned."

"This oughtta be good…"

Sure enough, about an hour later, I received a text from Tori saying that we'd better get our butts down there for a costume fitting.

After practically dragging Derek back to the truck (I could see why he was so worried, though. Who knew what Tori had picked out for him?), I finally convinced him that he was way better off coming quietly with me now, than have to deal with Tori later.

I also reminded him that he'd get to see Simon in his costume, and as bad as Derek's costume was, I would be willing to bet anything that Simon's would be worse.

It was.

Simon glared at us with so much hate; you'd think I'd just made him one of my zombies. I couldn't stop laughing. Derek wasn't fairing much better, he was practically rolling on the floor.

Simon pushed up the fake glasses, seething. Turning to Tori, he said, "You'll pay or this you evil little-"

"Oh, Simon- don't point that thing at me!" Tori's laughter reigned supreme as she gestured to the stick Simon was holding.

"You. Will. Die," he said, his voice dripping with hate.

"That's a bit dark for Harry Potter, don't you think?" Derek said, somehow controlling his laughter long enough to get the sentence out.

"You just wait- just see what she has in store for you!" There. He said it. The only thing that could bring us down to Earth. Even as he pointed his 'wand' at us, his words still made us sober up.

Tori ignored him. "Oh come on, it's not that bad," She said, fighting a smile. "Anyway- yours is gonna take the longest, Chloe, and we have to leave at seven. So Wolf boy is gonna go first."

I honestly have never seen Derek so petrified in my life- and considering what we'd been though, that was saying something.

Twenty minutes later, after much grumbling, several choice swear words (some rather creative I might add), and a few binding spells; Derek emerged.

I was sitting on the recliner (Simon was lounging on the sofa) and had to catch myself before I fell off. It caused physical pain to restrain myself from laughing. He shot me a glare that said 'Say nothing.' Even Simon was having issues holding in a laugh.

It was like Derek had stepped out of an old Hollywood Horror flick. The "wolf man" costume consisted of torn clothing, hairy boots and gloves, 'wolf' ears, fake fur (presumably glued to his skin somehow), and a tail. I had to admire Tori's special effects abilities for a moment.

"Tori, have you ever considered a career in movie special effects and makeup?" I said. Then turned to Derek. "Though, I gotta say, babe, it doesn't do you justice."

That did it. Simon was laughing uncontrollably now. Derek looked like he was about to strangle Tori. I was prepared to restrain Derek from said strangling. And Tori? Tori was beaming at the guys like they were peaces of artwork.

"I am shocked at my own creativity sometimes," she said to no one in particular.

"Or lack thereof," Remarked Simon, who was relaxing now, thankful he wasn't the only one who feeling ridiculous.

Speaking of which…

"Your turn!" Tori proclaimed cheerfully.

Shit.

Tori skipped across the room toward me (skipped! Tori, skipping! This kind of joy she was experiencing that can only come from torturing others caused her to skip).

When she finally got me into the spare bedroom, (I had paused to give a panicked look to my best friend and to my boyfriend) I saw face paint everywhere, brushes, bits of costume strewn about, hairspray, a curling iron (but no mirror), and an ominous looking bag on the bed.

"Go ahead and change. I'll be back to help with your hair and makeup in a sec." She left.

I walked over to the bed, eyeing the bag like something was going to rip out of it and attack. What does she have in store for me?

Well open the bag and find out, Einstein.

I did. I reached inside and pulled out-

A dress.

Huh…?

Upon further inspection, however, I noticed that the bottom of the dress was practically shredded. There were also a few long gashes along the sides and stomach area.

Then I got it.

"Toriiiii!" I moaned. I heard her faint chuckle from the other room. I sighed and put on the dress. It probably would have been revealing on any normal occasion, but now it was downright embarrassing. I looked back in the bag and found that there was more to the costume than the dress. There were fishnet stockings with a few extra holes and stilettos. I wasn't even sure I'd be able to walk in those. I'd worn heels at my job once in a while- but these were deadly! Once I was in the costume, I called Tori in.

She worked on my hair and makeup, putting on excessive amounts of black eyeliner and purple lipstick. She twisted, teased, and pulled my hair into directions that I didn't know were possible, loading it up with hairspray.

Finally, she finished and handed me a mirror. "What do you think?" She asked, beaming. I played with the ends of my crazy hair.

"I think I look like a hooker," I said.

"A zombie hooker," she clarified. "Now go show off to the guys. I have to get dressed myself." With that she pushed me out of the room and closed the door, leaving me at the mercy of the brothers.

But their reaction wasn't what I expected.

What did you think? Good? Bad? OOC? Review please and let me know what you think. What are the guys' reactions? What is Tori's costume? Rae's? What happens at the party? I have some ideas but only if you want me to continue- so push that little button pretty please!