Arthur

Draceana’s eyes scanned the crowded street. Mummies, ghouls, vampires, and ghosts dotted the road, roaming in groups that haunted from door to door, bringing about shrill shrieks and wicked laughs that filled the night with an electric energy that brought a slight smile to her lips. Not that she would show Harry that, of course. “…well, this is certainly no Halloween Feast.” She scanned the scattered crowd, seeing quite a few costumes of origins that were complete mysteries. Her attention was drawn to a child dressed in nearly all black, with an intimidating helmet and a glowing red stick. “What is that boy supposed to be, Potter? Some sort of knight?” Harry turned to her, a mix of amusement and surprise raising his brow. “Have you never seen Star Wars?” Her cheeks flushed. “O-one such as I had no need to have interest in muggle entertainment.” She straightened her back and huffed. “Honestly, if we wanted to see warring stars all we’d have to do is a simple swish and flick to make them fight in our living rooms.” He stared at her for several moments. “…put it on the list.” Harry chuckled. “And so it expands again. We may never run out, at this rate.” “Only because you insisted!” “And you said that ‘muggle moving pictures could never hope to match those of a magic sort’.” He tapped his chin. “That must have been a few months ago, and we’ve been spending the weekends since getting you caught up.” She pouted. “It’s not like you watched them either…” “I did hear them, however. Uncle Vernon is quite the cinephile and the walls of the cupboard were thin.” Draceana pressed her lips thin. “I think we need to pay another visit to your foster family.” Harry grimaced. “That would certainly give them a festive fright.” “I was nothing but gentle in our last meeting.” “Yes, it was quite the soft touch when you pinned Uncle Vernon to the ceiling and threatened to give him a pig nose.” “Well, he wasn’t actually turned into a pig, was he?” She nodded to herself. “Gentle.” Harry snorted. “And what would your ‘gentle’ touch involve this time?” “I turn he and your aunt into weasels and rattle them in a cage, to let him know how it feels to be trapped in small spaces.” “Mmm yes, you would know all about weasels, wouldn’t you?” She gasped. “There’s no need to bring that up!” “Well, you certainly made for quite an adorable one. They couldn’t possibly hope to match.” Her ears turned red. “I don’t know if I want to smack you or kick you in the shin.” “Would a peck on the cheek suffice as an alternative?” She swatted his arm. “I suppose not.” He leaned in, keeping his voice low. “You look quite good in your costume.” She puffed out her cheek again. “Don’t try to worm your way back into my good graces.” “I am merely making an observation, the nape of your neck is extra enticing today.” He brushed the back of his hand against her neck and across her shoulder. Shivers shook her spine. “D-don’t do that when we’re in public.” He smirked and put his mouth close to her ear. “Apologies, my love. You just make me especially ravenous at times.” She must have been beet red by now. “Y-you’re not in the right costume for that sort of behavior.” “Would you require a pair of fangs from me, instead?” Draceana scoffed. “More like a pair of wolf ears…” she looked him up and down. “Though this suits you just as much.” He smiled, leaning back. “Only because it pairs with you so well… though it does feel like it’s missing something.” Draceana looked around, seeing groups of children laughing together as they ran up and down the street. “It does.” She started to walk faster. Harry followed after her. “Draceana?” “I have no intent to leave things lacking, Potter.” She turned and looked him directly in the eyes. “So how about we go and complete this costume?” Her cheeks went warm, but she gave him a confident smile. “Though I may wear another to see this done.” For the first time this night, Harry’s face went red, and her laugh filled the air.