*This prompt is for Tangyman, I saw the words Ghost and Owl and immediately knew I wanted to do a very fluffy Halloween fic based on costumes. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to PM or review with more prompts or find me on Tumblr: whovianmachine TPD*
Clara Oswald loved Halloween. Every year it was an excuse to dress up in the best costumes. Every year, she thought of something brilliant and imaginative. This year, she was just putting the finishing touches on her costume design for her work party, when her plus one for the evening arrived. She took the steps two at a time, opening the door just as he was about to knock. He always looked confused when she did that and every single time she'd have to explain to him that his mode of transportation was exceedingly noisy when it landed. Half the neighbours looked out their windows confused when the Big Blue Box appeared outside her house. She'd asked him politely to park it round back.
"Clara," the Doctor said, slightly confused. "What are you wearing?"
"I'm an owl!" Clara grinned, twirling. Her hair was all over the place and she had owl ears on. She had hundreds of brown feathers formed into wings behind her and her face was painted to match her brown t-shirt and skirt. The Doctor raised an eyebrow as she looked him up and down. "Where the hell is your costume Chin?"
"Costume?" the Doctor looked confused. "Oh yes it's a Halloween party and I'm your date for the evening. Hang on, I've got something lying around in the TARDIS. I won't be long."
"Plus one, Doctor. Not date," Clara informed him. "And be quick, we need to leave soon."
She raised an eyebrow and headed back inside, followed a few minutes later by the Doctor, who was looking excited. She was very worried, it had to be said. Whatever the Doctor considered a good Halloween costume would probably be…
"A sheet?" she asked incredulously. "A fucking sheet? Are you serious?"
"I'm a ghost!" the Doctor her. She could practically see the stupid smirk on his face through the thin layer of white bedding he had draped over him. "Isn't it awesome Clara?"
Clara wanted more than anything to point out that it was in fact the worst attempt at a costume she had ever seen, but she had a better idea. She smiled brightly at the Doctor and guided him through the kitchen. She instructed him to sit while she made tea and smiled wickedly as she slipped the flour out of the cupboard. He wasn't looking at her as she whipped off the sheet and proceeded to try and dump the flour over his head. He reacted with lightning fast speed, grabbing hold of her wrist. The flour bag teetered and she pulled at him. They tumbled backwards and the flour bag exploded, showering Clara as she spluttered and gasped. She could hear the Doctor wheeze but all she could see was white. She sat up and laughed hysterically. He was covered from head to toe in flour, white as a sheet.
"Now you're a proper ghost!" she said smugly. He too was laughing and Clara groaned as she realised she too was deathly white. She ran a hand through her white hair and groaned. That was going to be a nightmare to wash out. She clambered to her feet and grinned at the Doctor, going to take his arm. "I suppose I'll have to be Hedwig for the night. A snowy owl is still an owl after all and I went to a lot of work for this. I suppose I'd better enjoy our date."
"I thought I was just your plus one?" the Doctor quizzed, a smug grin on his face as they stepped outside.
"Nah," Clara smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're my date."
