𝐂𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐦
Halloween had finally arrived at Privet Drive. If it weren't obvious due to the dance of falling leaves or the temperature drop, the extravagant decorations made sure not to let it be overlooked by no wandering soul. Every house was decorated in carved pumpkins and fake cobwebs, trying their best to compete with the seven-years-consecutive winners, Mr and Mrs Kim, Number Eight.
Mr and Mrs Kim were a couple of hardly sixty years old that stood out for their odd outfits and speech. Their attires were mostly robes made of emerald green velvet and knitted details in pale blue colours, personal touches from Mrs Kim herself. Despite their unusual ways, they weren't shunned out by their neighbours. Although there were ones in particular, Mr and Mrs Dursley, Number Four, that seemed to always pick up a fight whenever they met on the way to drop their children to school.
They turned a deaf ear to the spiteful comments, knowing the family simply knew no better than to blame others for their own lacking traits. However, they did not allow any sort of disrespect directed at their family. The Dursley's could very well find themselves losing their keys, get their hair to turn completely grey for five seconds, or have the wind suddenly push them backwards. All things that eventually left them blaming their scapegoat, their own nephew Harry.
However, that was about to change.
31st July 1991 would prove to be a special day in more ways than one.