HH: A wizard
From Create Your Own Story
Earlier today you had been excited about getting to go to the party but didn't have a real costume to wear. You had looked around your room you when inspiration struck. You cut out some stars and moons from some white and yellow paper and stapled them to your dark blue bathrobe. It looked shitty but it a funny 'shitty-on-purpose' kind of way.
You stripped out of your normal clothes, threw on a pair of running shorts and put the robe over yourself. You put on your dark blue canvas Vans (because they matched) and called it a day. You looked in the mirror at your red hair, freckly pale skin, and slender build and sighed. You weren't the hottest guy in the world but this was good enough.
You dashed back downstairs and you and Johnny headed out for the party. It was only 8:30PM when you arrived but the party was in full swing when you entered. Teens were drinking and talking loudly over some music that was too bassy to comprehend. Johnny was immediately surrounded by old friends who yelled out "Horsedick Hutchinson in the HOUSE!!!" You had heard of your brother's nickname and seen him coming out of the shower enough to know the nickname was at least somewhat accurate. It bothered you that whatever blessing Johnny had gotten had skipped you. You weren't a small fry but no one was gonna call you a horse.
You looked around the party and saw a few people that you knew. Your costume was not the best by far but it also wasn't the worst. A group of guys were dressed up like characters from the Mario video games. Another group was dressed up like the Avengers. And here and there you saw some more basic costumes like the guy that was dressed as the Brawny paper towel guy, a Jolly Green Giant, a few slutty nurses, and a few girls dressed as princesses.
You got yourself a drink and chatted with a few people before you saw your friend Peter. He was on the track team with you and dressed like caveman. You thought he was pretty brave to show all that skin as he was only wearing a cheap loincloth but he body looked pretty good and the Bride of Frankenstein he was talking to seemed to think so too. Peter smiled when he saw you and you were both chatting when you saw a woman with the most intricate costume yet. She was wearing a ragged black dress with a bunch town shawls all about her. Her skin was gray and gaunt and her eyes were sunken and dark.
She walked about the room not saying anything to anyone but people starred at her openly, a couple laughed. Peter said "Sick costume, bro." but she ignored him. You looked at her and said "Wow, you look amazing. I guess we both wanted to be magical tonight but I'm just a loser compared to you." You gave her a soft smile which she did not return but she did stop to look at you.
"There are those that would say it is offensive to dress up as a magical practitioner, especially on this holy night of all nights." Peter and you were stunned for a second, then Peter began to laugh out loud, so did a couple people around you.
You felt bad for the woman, obviously this stuff meant something to her based on how hard she had worked on her appearance. You said "Stop being a dick, dude." to Peter and turned to the woman and said "You know what? You're right. If I offended you I'm really sorry. I thought I'd put on an easy costume and didn't think about how it could hurt someone." you paused and then continued "I guess I should go home and change."
The woman cracked a thin smile and said "Oh no need and keep your robe, you'll need it later." And with that she glided out of the room. Johnny came up to you after and said "What the fuck was that about." Peter burst into laughter and he and Johnny began making fun of the woman in black. You began to feel a little lightheaded though and excused yourself to the bathroom. Locking the door behind you you looked in the mirror and realized your vision was blurring. Feeling faint, you lowered yourself to the ground, closed your eyes and passed out.
You woke up slowly and staggered to your feet you looked in the mirror at your reflection and it took you a second to realize what was looking back at you. You looked a little different than usual. You face looked pretty much like your face but your teeth were straighter, your jawline was more pronounced, your lips were fuller and you just looked more handsome overall. You rubbed your eyes, sure you were seeing things. When you opened your eyes and looked in the mirror again you jumped as you had seen another person behind you.
You turned and saw the witch but this time she looked like a more beautiful, yet still haunting, version of herself. Her skin was so pale but shined like silver, her black gown and shall were not wisps of silk floating about her as if on the wind. It was both disturbing and mesmerizing.
"What the fuck!" You said, which made her smile.
"After years of persecution it is time this town reckons with what it has done to my kind. Mortals take All Hallows' Eve and defile it with pageantry and indulgence while my kind, witches, were burned and tortured because of fear. Well for tonight I have transformed them into the costumes they don so they may fear and kill one another." She said.
"As for you, in all my time I have never met a human willing to repent before I revealed my nature. I see a potential for good in you Quinn Hutchinson, and witch's blood. Tonight I raise to what you were meant to be, a magical being like me. Revel this day my dear, and night well for tomorrow morning my spell will lift."
And with that, she was gone.
