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"You look like you just went through the wringer." Simon stated blatantly as I entered the library, my shoulders drooped and my face drawn. He was curled up on one of the sofa chairs with a comic book in his lap.
"You try going on a shopping spree with Izzy." I grumbled, dropping into a chair next to him. My Angel, I really was desperate to be sitting next to Simon.
"Been there, done that," he said, bored as he flipped a page of his cartooned book.
I signed and sunk into my chair. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."
"Have you tried talking to Clary yet?" He suggested unhelpfully.
"Yes."
"Well, I don't know what you want me to do about it. I'm just that stupid vampire boy, right?"
I detected hurt in his voice, and I studied him quizzically. "What has your nickers in a knot?"
Simon scrunched up my nose at my metaphor. "Nothing. Why would you care?"
I raised my eyebrows at him. "Sooo…. There is something wrong?"
Simon rolled his eyes. "It's nothing that you could help me with."
"Maybe I could." I said stubbornly.
Simon laughed. "Alright, I suppose you actually could help me out."
I looked over at Simon and saw the evil glint in his eye. "What did I just get myself into?"
"You'll see…" he stated mystically.
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"What about this one?" Simon asked me, flaunting floor length robe, circular glasses, red and gold tie, wand and lightning scar tattoo.
"What are you meant to be?" I asked, dumfounded.
"Who else could I be?" Simon asked, earning nothing but blank looks from me, then sighing and adding, "I'm Harry Potter."
"Who's that?"
Simon put his head in his hands and mumbled something that I couldn't hear. I suspected that it wasn't very nice. "He is someone epic, ok?"
We were at a local costume shop, which was seriously creeping me out. Manikins were decorated with fake and tacky costume of witches, werewolves and many unfamiliar characters, such as this so-called Harry Potter. There were rows of wigs, shoes, makeup and plastic vampire teeth. That last one confused me majorly… seriously, was a mundane hoping to pierce flesh with a piece of plastic? How pathetic. The three of us had come in here for a reason that still wasn't apparent to me.
That last thought triggered a memory, and I asked, "Hey, where did Eric go?"
Before Simon could reply, there was a strangled sign from behind one of the curtains that served as change rooms. I think it was supposed to be an announcing trumpet sound. "Ladies, Gentlemen and Simon!" Came Eric's familiar voice from behind the curtain, "I present to you, the greatest person in all of history!"
The curtain flew back to reveal Simon's friend with a robe, tie and wand like Simon's. However, Eric's costume was a tad bit different to Simon's. For starters, there was no scar, no glasses and Eric was dressed in a shirt and skirt beneath the robe. To top it all off, a brown, matted wig was perched on his head. "The noble Harry Potter cannot go anywhere without his trusty and knowledgeable friend, Hermione Granger!"
While I gaped in horror at Eric, Simon clapped loudly. "It's perfect!"
"H-H-He's a g-girl?!" I exclaimed.
Simon and Eric blinked at me. Simon explained, "No, he's just dressed as one."
"Why would you do that?" I asked incredulously.
"It's only in the spirit of things," Eric pouted.
"The spirit of what things?" I asked.
Simon chuckled. "What else? It's October 31. Tonight is Halloween!"
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It took the two of them a good while to explain to me what exactly Halloween was, but I eventually got the gist of it. It amazed me how mundanes could think of so many stupid traditions. Apparently, Halloween was a night for people to dress up and knock on strangers' doors and ask for candy. Made zero sense to me.
Simon babbled on about Halloween, but I had stopped listening after understanding the basics. However, something he said made me ask for him to repeat that. He said, "Now we just need to find you a costume."
"Oh, I'm not dressing up. No way in Edom." I declared.
Simon and Eric looked at each other and smirked.
And so, an hour later, there I was, standing in front of Simon and Eric, dressed in my own robe and tie, holding my own wand and red wig. "Why do I have to wear a wig?" I grumbled, pulling at one of the fake red strands.
"Because Ron Wesley doesn't have blonde hair!" Simon said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Anyways," he continued, "It's getting dark. I think it's just about time to go trick-or-treating!"
Eric and Simon squealed and clapped and jumped up and down like a vampire who had just walked into the sunlight. I sighed. It was going to be a long night.
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