I forgot to mention, because I thought it was somewhat obvious, I don't own anything Descendants or otherwise Disney related.

Plot bunnies are usually from under my bed, or influenced from my friends or the internet. The OC's are kind of like my children, mostly like my friends, so please try not to kidnap them.

Please review, it means a lot. :) Thanks. I promise you everything from the previous chapters and this chapter will come together at a point. Yes this probably means drama, but that's where all the fun is! (right?)

As talk of Halloween spread around the Auradon Campus, the new comers became more and more confused. Initially unsure about the large pumpkins at first, but when they were told about a Halloween ball, trick or treating, and the fact that this holiday originally revolved around pagan demons and spirits and protecting harvest, but no one focused on that part any more, they embraced it with their entire being.

Simplified, to them, it would be a night where they were allowed to be mean, and scare people again. Where they could embrace who they were on the isle and feel right again. Hell yeah, this was their time, their night.

They day they found out about Halloween started as they usually did; waking up and sitting in room 333 for the first hour after breakfast, then spreading out to their classes. Nunac was sparing with Ben, and winning, when Ben asked the question: "Who're you going as?"

"Going as? Going where?" Obviously confused Nunac twisted out of reach of Ben's sword, swinging his own towards the crowned prince's shoulder.

"The Halloween Bash... Ball." Ben sidestepped, counter struck and knocked the blade away from his face.

Nunac stopped, pulled away and rested his sword on the ground. "What?"

"Do you not have Halloween on the isle?" Nunac shrugged in response, so Ben led him to a bench at the side of the gym so he could explain.

Nunac ran down the halls of the school, sword resting at his hip, as he'd taken to having it. He shouldered his way up the stairs and along the carpeted hallway until he found the Girl's room. Barging in without knocking, he sucked deep breaths inward, "Halloween." He managed, eyes bright and body heaving.

Kitty glanced up, tapping her pen against the table. "Hmm?"

Chrysanthemum rose from her bed, where she was studying the finer points of dinner and table etiquette, and raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"The best thing ever." Nunac had caught his breath and was ready to jump into a full on explanation and eradicate the initial confusion. Ben appeared then with Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos at his heels, all four looking out of breath.

"We're here to explain." Mal announced, kicking a chair towards Nunac. So they sat, and explained Pumpkins, and candy, and trick or treating. Dressing up and scaring people and the Halloween Fest that finished with a Costume Ball in the great Hall. By the end of it, Kitty was stretched across the headboard of one of the beds, Crys and Nunac were sharing excited grins, and Storm, Jack and Lupe had entered the room, and were listening aptly.

"This isn't very, Auradon-y." Kitty observed when they were finished. She kicked her heels across the room and smiled as her nails left satisfactory marks on the wooden frame of her bed as she moved off the bed.

"No, it's not really." Ben started to spill the original lore about Halloween when Kitty held a hand up.

"Stop." She said bluntly. "I know all that. Demons and Harvests as origin stories are all well and good," She grasped Ben's shoulders from behind, and leaned down to talk in his ear. "But what I'm really interested in here, is why?" She picked his crown up, twirled it in her hands for a moment like she was considering poof-ing it, and set it back on his head. "So?"

"Why?"

"Yeah. Tricking people, scaring people... Dressing up as monsters and villains and causing mayhem. Why would such pristine, proper people do something so... 'Isle of the Lost'?" She drew pictures in the air with her hands, mist trailing dramatically, like a novella unfolding.

"That's not exactly what... We need a time to relax."

Kitty snorted. "Relax? Your life is the epitome of 'Relax'." She pointed a finger at the prince. "Sure you have duties and responsibilities, but your life is pretty relaxed." She turned on her heel, searched for a place to be, and chose a lap. Settling herself between Nunac's crossed legs, she stared at Ben, daring him. Nunac's fingers found her neck, brushing the pads of his hand against her skin slowly, softly. He found the tight muscles and prodded them with sweeping motions until he floated one hand through her hair, then down her back and his chin was in the crevice between her shoulder and neck and she was angerly relaxed.

Chrysanthemum glanced towards Jack, who was pressing his finger tips together. "What're you thinking Jack?" She rarely asked for his opinion, used to him just giving it. He smiled cruelly, lips curling back to expose his teeth.

"We're going to need hair dye." A silence filled the room, it was somewhere between tense and excited, but a thin veil of apprehension was settled on top. As seconds ticked by and no one moved, the atmosphere heightened.

Storm stood suddenly, and she crossed to the door. "I want to make food." She announced. "Halloween treats."

Evie immediately perked up, clapping. "I'm helping you!" She exclaimed, as she leaped to her feet. Mal stood begrudgingly, reluctantly following the other girls.

"We've lost them for the next two weeks." Nunac joked, earning an eye roll and a 'Tell me about it' from the room.

All was quiet for a moment before Ben excused himself from the room, and Kitty was forced to bite back a purred retort because Jay and Carlos chose that moment to regale the group with stories of their first Halloween. They spoke about how they were banned from the decorating committee, and how Evie had made toffee apples and other apple based treats and no one ate them so Mal changed the little cards so they didn't say Evie on them, and changed them back whenever Evie came over and Jay, Carlos, Ben, Doug and Mal ate a great deal of the food when she wasn't looking so she wouldn't feel bad, and being sick had been worth it. They also described Evie making them costumes and how they played so many tricks on everyone that Jay and Carlos were almost kicked off the Tourney Team - not really, but the Coach needed something to make it stop - and it was only by mistake that anyone told them about April Fools, something everyone regretted. April fools interested everyone greatly as well, and everyone leaned forward to hear about this day of pranks and mischief. When everyone was laughing, the boys announced their departure, and were heard elbowing each other down the hallway as Dude's excited barking and then running feet and laughter.

The Fairy Godmother made several attempts to talk to them about how Halloween was done at Auradon Prep, and somehow failed every time. She eventually gave up, and instead tried to give them harmless prank idea's instead, a frazzled expression on her face.

"Costumes?!" Chrysanthemum stood up, leaning over the table. The sound the chair made on the floor made everyone jump. The blue haired girl stood on the table, pacing slightly, she made eye contact with Jack and stabbed an accusing finger at him. "You said we needed hair dye." She didn't care that there was smoke where she stepped, or that her hair was heating up, and the circlet around her head was once again being kissed by flames, and her eyes were sapphires. She stepped from table to chair then nearly onto Kitty's head. Her expression became thoughtful as plotted. Jack's own expression was thinly masked enjoyment.

"Fairies! Witches!" Fairy Godmother exclaimed, very aware of the agitation in the tall, thin, girl; shadows gathered around her feet as Chrys strode towards the FG, who was opening her mouth to make more suggestions.

"No." She spun the lady around. "Parents." It was a harsh whisper, a hiss, like steam escaping a pot lid only darker and crueler.

She clicked her fingers and Storm tossed her her bag. "We have party planning to get too." She had Jack to her right, and the group filing behind her. Fairy Godmother watched them go, fear rising in her eyes.

Kitty stayed in room 333, legs draped over the back of a chair, inspecting her nails daintily. She sighed deeply. "Why, oh why?" She knew something was cooking inside Chrysanthemum's mind, there was always something cooking in Chrys' mind; like her father she was a schemer. Kitty stood, crossed towards Fairy Godmother, who was seriously flustered, and made soft soothing noises. "Fairy Godmother?" She sounded almost innocent, draped over the top of the chalkboard. "We have... powers." Diplomatic start, well done.

Fairy Godmother, Mrs Bippity-Boppity-Boo, jumped. "I thought you left."

"No, I wanted to talk to you." Kitty sat up. "I like your handwriting." She gestured with a foot a the sloping cursive.

"Thank you."

"Right, well, we have powers, and we can't really control them." Kitty jumped to the floor as she spoke. "I don't know about... them, but I want to be disciplined. In control." She dug into her pockets of words. "More like my father in that respect." She leaned against a table. "My father wasn't bad, you know that. He wasn't good either, but he certainly wasn't bad. He never aided Jack's mother, and he didn't really... hinder Alice." She nearly announced that it was Alice's fault the events of Wonderland happened, but controlled herself. "So there's nothing harmful in teaching me to control my powers. It'll teach me restraint, discipline, patience." She smiled winningly. "All good things."

"I don't teach magic. I don't dabble in magic anymore. No need." Fairy Godmother was nearly convinced, she had to admit. "All the magic you need is in the books, books of knowledge."

"I see. It's a shame, you're a fantastic teacher. Thank you anyway Godmother." She bent onto to pick up her bag before striding from the room, humming quietly. Her pleasant, innocent smile turned to one of mischief when she removed herself from the room, and she nodded to Nunac and Lupe, who were waiting at the stairs for her, by earlier agreement. "The Library." She told them, offering her hands.