Halloween night has once again befallen Hogwarts. The smell of pumpkin and spice wafted in the air.  (Y/n) was walking alone, his face practically glued to a book he had borrowed from a certain Ravenclaw a couple of week ago. A smile danced on the young boys face as his eyes scanned each printed line.

He had miraculously haven't bumped into anyone at all. That was until not. (Y/n) stopped in his tracks as his face hit his book that hit someone back. One of  his hand gripping on his book while his other rubbed his nose that ached. "God fuck-" he winced, his eyes looking back up to see Blaise Zambini hunched over.

'Okay, (Y/n) you might have fucked up but, you can always apologize.' the Gryffindor straighten his body putting away the book to his side and tapped the Slytherin on the shoulder. "(L/n)? Haven't seen you in a while." Blaze commented whilst fixing his sweater vest. "Yeah... Hey, um... I'm sorry for running onto you-" (Y/n) was caught off by Blaze who chuckled at the shorter male's stammering. "It's quite alright. No harm done." Blaise smirked, giving the shorter male a pat on the head.

(Y/n) just sighed and clutched on the cover of the book. 'Well... This is embarrassing' He thought to himself as his face heat up. (Y/n) cleared his throat to  try and calm his nerve. Though it was only able to work on a bare minimum. "Were you heading to the Great hall?" Blaise gesturing behind them. "Yes, actually. and I think we're going to be late if we don't get moving." The (h/c) began to walk forward brushing past the the dark skinned Slytherin. 

Blaise only smirked and tailed behind the Gryffindor. When they entered the Great Hall, (Y/n) was called over by Sylvia who sat by the Ravenclaw table. He rushed towards his group and sat next to Finnian. Sylvia was about to sit back down when she noticed Blaise head  towards the Slytherin Table with a smirk on his face. She had thought nothing of it, until she took notice of (Y/N)'s red face. 

'Well... something might have happened.'

"So, (Y/n). What's with the red face?" She commented as she picked on her food.  (Y/n) froze. He contemplated if he should or should not tell. "It's nothing." He blatantly answered. "What's "Nothing"?" Kazzandra joined in, serving herself a slice of apple pie. "Nothing." (Y/n) repeated. "Oh this is definitely something." Finnian said, turning his whole body at the flustered (Y/n). "Spill thine beans, oh great Wench." Kazzandra added leaning closer to (Y/n). 

"Was it Malfoy?"

"No."

"How about Zambini?"

(Y/n) suddenly slammed his hands on the table. Immediately apologizing at the people he had disturbed. "I accidentally ran on him." Finnian and Kazzandra "Ohh'ed" with a nod. Sylvia raised a brow before asking "Then why are you all red?" (Y/n) began to think. 

Why was he flustered?

It's not like something like that has never happened before. Well now that you kinda mentioned it. He does remember reacting rather strange. That isn't the point right now. Right now he needs an excuse. and an excuse he shall receive. "I think I might be coming up with something." Sylvia nodded skeptically. Deciding to leave the situation be.

Kazzandra stared at the two. "Pie?" she offered rather anxiously. (Y/N) took the offer and began to consume it. "Well." Finnian whispered. "That got awkward." Kazzandra agreed, nodding her head as she grab ahold of her small goblet and nudged the Hufflepuff to do the same. Finnian got the message and the two clinked their goblets together before they took a sip. "Okay. What the fuck you two?" (Y/n) said. His face scrunched in confusion.

"Great. Now we have two weirdos in the group." Sylvia smiled lightly. Glancing and the two who held goblets. "Nah Hun." Kazzandra started "All of us are weirdos. But in different ways." Finnian finished, the two about to clink once again before Finnian stopped himself. "Oh. My goblet's empty."

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After dinner, the group went their separate ways. (Y/n) was absolutely stuffed and also bat shit tired. He trudge the hall along side his fellow Gryffindors. However when they turned to a corner everyone stopped at their tracks. Their attention directed towards the golden group of Gryffindor. (Y/n)'s eyes darted from the group then to the wall behind them.

"Enemies of The Heir Beware" were the words that were sprawled on the wall with a red substance that (Y/n) assumed to be blood (or Kool aid if that's a thing in this school).

On the other hallway, the Slytherins arrived and much like the Gryffindors, they stopped and looked at the scene that was presented in from of them. Whispers and chatters filled the hallways. And Colin who stood beside (Y/n) raised his camera but was immediately gently pushed down by their prefect.

"Enemies of The Heir Beware?" Draco spoke out loud, his attention directing towards the other house. "You'll be next mudbloods." He scowled directly at Granger. All of the sudden Fitch made his way through the sea of students. His scratchy and gruff voice bouncing off the walls making it louder that it really was.

The man halted when he saw Harry and was about to ask him what he was doing there but he took notice of his cat that hung by its tail midair. Filch accused the boy of murdering the feline and even went as far as threatening the boy, grabbing Harry by the collar of his shirt. 'Jesus Christ- this man is unhinged!' (Y/n) felt his feet move slightly forward. But he was stopped at sound of Dumbledore's soft but loud voice.

Dumbledore then asked the the prefects to take their housemates back to their respective dormitories. No one hesitated and turned around, leaving the teachers and caretaker along with Harry and his group. (Y/n) gave the group one last worried glance before following the rest of the house.

(Y/n) made sure he had marked of Halloween in his calendar. Thinking it might be an annual thing that something unusual and dangerous would happen in that time of the year.  He just hopes he doesn't jinx it. All jokes aside. His mind wandered back to the words written in the wall. Where did the blood come from? Who  wrote on the walls? A̶l̶s̶o̶h̶o̶w̶t̶a̶l̶l̶i̶s̶t̶h̶e̶p̶e̶r̶s̶o̶n̶?

It was jarring for (Y/n). He wanted to push it off his mind, but felt like he couldn't. Even before he had gone to bed. He laid down quietly staring blankly on the ceiling. Slowly his eyelids began to feel heavy. Eventually, his eyes closed and he fell into a deep and uncomfortable slumber.

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Welp... This took longer than it should have.

Happy new year to everyone who are currently celebrating and to the ones who had finished celebrating as well.

I honestly don't know how to feel about 2020, but I am looking forward to 2021. Hopefully things get better soon. And I hope everyone has a great year.

Drakofist outs (◍•ᴗ•◍)