~Day of the Halloween dance (Afternoon)~
I still couldn't believe what had happened during the full moon. Pitch and Artemis had told me everything when I had arrived as a doe, and to be honest, I sort of knew that Remus was a werewolf. Ever since Professor Dangerfield had made us do that fascinating essay on werewolves, and when Professor Slughorn made us make Wolfsbane Potion, Remus stayed as far from the potion as possible. Thank Godric classes where cancelled today, because I needed time to wrap my head around this.
"I'm bleeding out, so if the last thing that I do..." Pitch sang to herself, and I gasped.
"Pitch, your voice is amazing!" I exclaimed, and she looked up from her Quidditch magazine, startled.
"I-I-you heard that?" Pitch stuttered. I nodded happily and jumped onto her four-poster bed.
"Yes! So you do have talent. Just sing a song or two! We could even do like a group thing," I said. Pitch smiled a little before changing the subject.
"So who's your date?" she asked. I felt myself blush.
"Jms Ptr" I mumbled, my words unintelligible. I let my hair fall over my face to hide the blush.
"Who? I can't hear you," she said. My face was getting redder with each word.
"James Potter. He asked me yesterday, and I said yes," I replied reluctantly. (A/N: I know James and Lily only get together officially in seventh year, but I'm not that patient, so now it's fourth year.) Pitch let out an unnaturally girly squeal.
"I knew it! I knew you and Potter would get together, I've seen the way he looks at you. And I've always known about your crush on him," she exclaimed happily.
"Okay, okay. You got me. So who are you going with? Arty is going with Remus, and Rita is all alone, so what about you?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm going with Kane Rivers. You know, Gryffindor, Brown hair, green eyes, Beater..." she replied, pulling a face. I understood why, Kane Rivers was an absolute idiot.
"Why not Sirius Black? He is pretty much the male version of you! Quidditch lover, trouble maker, hell, even his animagus form is a dog!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, but I don't screw every guy I see, and break their hearts right after. I don't strut into the Great Hall every morning, running my fingers through my hair. I don't curse people for the sake of it! Well, except maybe Snotty Potty Peacehaven, but I am nothing like Black!" Pitch screeched. I shrugged, my eyes wide at the harsh, but true description.
"Okay, okay. Um...oh! You still need to try on your costume!" I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the bathroom. We had three hours until the dance, and I had to make Pitch into something amazing.
"Sirius, mate, remember. The deadline is midnight tonight," James said, smirking.
"You know I'm going to win, Prongs," I replied, digging through my trunk for something.
"In that costume? Never!" he laughed, pointing at my clothes. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, Romeo, you won't get any dressed up like a dead guy," I countered, looking at his ripped clothes and green complexion. James frowned.
"I am a zombie, that's kind of the point," he said, causing me to laugh.
"James, Sirius? What d'you guys think of my costume?" Wormtail asked, entering the dorm. We turned around, and I decided to have a little fun with the pot-bellied boy.
"Why are you covered in toilet paper? What are you supposed to be, the toilet-monster?" I asked, and Peter's face fell.
"They're b-bandages and I-I'm supposed to b-be a m-m-mummy," he stammered, close to tears.
"Peter, you do know Sirius is joking," Remus said, walking in behind Wormtail. Moony was wearing a werewolf mask, not like those stupid rubber muggle things, but one that looks real, and moves how his face moves. He also had a tail, pointed ears and claws.
"Nice, Moony. Don't forget the Wolfsbane," James said, laughing. I returned to my trunk, still digging, until I found what I was looking for. I withdrew my trusty pocket-knife and ripped claw marks into my shirt.
"So we have a zombie, a mummy, a werewolf, and... Sirius, what are you supposed to be?" Remus asked. I looked away from the mirror, where I had been lengthening my canines.
"Isn't obvious, Moons?" I asked, gesturing at my torn white button-up shirt and my long dress pants that were stained with red. "I'm a vampire."
"Lily. My mother sent this, didn't she," I asked, staring at the costume she held out. She shook her head, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"No way, crazy person. Imagine what your mum would've done after getting a letter from a muggle-born Gryffindor," she laughed. "Nope, I got these from our hideout, one costume appeared on each of our chairs. This one is perfectly your size."
"But, Lily!" I protested, but one glare from her silenced me. I stripped down to my underwear, and freaked when she pulled out an old-fashioned corset.
"Hell no. No no no no. Nuh uh. No," I said. Lily pouted and looked at me with her big green eyes. Needless to say, I caved. I put on the corset, and Lily laced it up quite tightly. I was then given an old-fashioned, but not too old, dress that was maroon and black with long sleeves and a simple flowing skirt. Sighing, I pulled it on. I made a few changes here and there, like removing the frilly bits and making it a tad more modern, before slipping into a pair of simple black heels. Lily fiddled with my hair and face, making my skin pale, giving me black fingernails and putting slight waves into my usually straight hair.
"There, all done!" Flower exclaimed, making me look in the floor-length mirror. I gasped at what I saw. Looking back at me through the reflective surface was a pale beauty, with long eyelashes, smoky eye-shadow, full red lips, elongated canines and glossy black hair. She wore a floor-length, form fitting, dark maroon and black gown, the sleeves covering almost all of her hand, excluding the fingers. Her shoulders were bare, revealing an ugly red scar and a bite mark on the neck. She was beautiful.
"So what do you think? I left your burn un-glamoured because people will think it's part of the costume, and I need to put a charm on you so you haven't got a reflection, but otherwise, I'm done," Lily stated, pulling on her much simpler zombie costume. She and Potter were doing a stupid 'matching costume' thing, which made no sense. Remus and Artemis were both going as werewolves, and little Rita, who told us she was now going with Pettigrew, was going as Cleopatra.
"Lils, it's amazing. I obviously helped with my fixes, but you are a genius," I exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. She smiled before adding the charm to remove my reflection, and my vampire transformation was complete. Cleopatra, Werewolf, Zombie and Vampire. Big-ears, Luna, Flower and Paws. The Miscreants of Halloween. I laughed at the thought. Rita and Artemis joined us, and we headed down to the dance.