So tomorrow is Halloween and I'm not doing anything that involves Halloween. I'm kind of sad about that, but I have pole vaulting, so...I wrote a story.
Will looked at Halt, working up the courage to ask him. Halloween was the next day, and Jenny had asked everyone who had been in the Ward to come trick-or-treating. Alyss, George, and Horace had gotten the night off easily, but Will had had a bit more trouble, mainly because he had not yet worked up the courage to ask Halt if he could go.
"Umm…Halt?" Will asked nervously.
"What?" Halt replied, a little tired of constantly having to answer Will's questions. It had been almost a year since Will had become Halt's apprentice, and he still wasn't used to all questions. And he thought Gilan had been bad!
"Well, um…Tomorrow's Halloween…." Will began.
"And?" Halt said impatiently.
"Well…Are we planning on…Doing anything?"
"Stop trying to answer questions with questions." Halt said.
Will took a deep breath. "Can I go trick-or-treating with Jenny and Alyss and George and Horace?"
Halt looked at Will. "You realize that you're fifteen, right Will?"
"I'm not stupid, Halt." Will said, knowing what Halt's answer would be.
"You're too old to be trick-or-treating." Halt said, thinking about the one time that he had been trick-or-treating with his brother. It hadn't been particularly pleasant, as Halt had somehow ended up blindfolded. In the middle of the street. Right in front of a carriage.
Will sighed, but he wasn't surprised. Halt had lots of weird views about stuff.
