[THD] Trick or Treat [Jeremy]

It was another weekend of the summer academy and Oighrig would luckily be back across the Atlantic. She would be back in normal territory for a quick trip to Hogsmeade to return some defective potion ingredients she had bought from the apothecary there. The quills she had gotten were too short and the wrong subspecies and the new scales she had gotten to replace her broken ones had been unbalanced. They took back the scales and replaced them with a working pair, but the quills they wouldn’t take back stating that all potion ingredient sales were final. After a short argument with the owner Oighrig left the shop quite disappointed she would have to deal with some sub-par ingredients for a while. She wondered if she could off balance the amount with some other items, but decided against it as she didn’t want to deal with any possible clean up again.

As she walked across the grounds of Hogsmeade she took in the surroundings and kept thinking of how close she would be returning to the school off in the distance. She wouldn’t have the rambunctious actions of Danny and Jeremy to keep her bust anymore. What she wouldn’t do to see them once more just before the two would leave the summer academy and head towards the working life. She took a turn into a shop which turned out to be honeydukes and began to look round at the sweets lining the walls.  She picked up a small bag of cockroach clusters and a few chocolate frogs for later and looked around the sour item wall for something in particular. “Where is it,” Oighrig said a bit louder than she would have liked to admit looking for that sweet she wanted so badly right now.

@Jeremy Edwards

"Hope they explode buddy!" He called as he jumped out of the way as a man with a cart full of magical fireworks basically barreled down the street Jeremy ducked into the first shop he could find. The magical atmospheric controlled room was a welcome relief to his warm skin and red cheeks. His long red hair was matted to his forehead as little beads of sweat ran down the back of his neck. It was a scorcher out there and Jeremy had made the mistake of wearing pants. He had assumed that the weather in Hogsmeade would be less warm than back on the Caribbean island he was pretending was his rich summer home. When he met girls at parties he told them he was vacationing in the Caribbean, not that he was at summer school to try to avoid being an adult for a few more months. He wasn't exactly ready for a new standard of living, especially not living on his own and actually being responsible for things like buying groceries, and thus Jeremy was totally fine with spending his little amount of sickles on candy.

Which was lucky because he'd some how landed inside of Honeydukes. The smell and bright colors gave the shop away from the instant he'd pushed through the doorway. He assumed fate had brought him here and turned to begin his perusal of the shop. It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice that he stopped bouncing his head around to the upbeat music playing above him and took his eyes off of the candied batwings in front of him.

Sliding across the floor he found himself slinking up beside of his good friend with a cheesy grin playing across his lips. "Oighrig Jardine in the flesh." He said brightly and returned to lightly bouncing to the beat above them, not caring that he was dancing by himself in the middle of the store. "Whatcha' buying?" He said, checking out her hands and then becoming distracted by a thought and running with it. "Hey I'm goin' to this party later, meeting Danny there, you wanna come?"

She heard it that familiar timber of a voice. Oighrig couldn’t help but smile when she saw him bouncing along to his own rhythm. It was a delight to see him outside of the academy and in this place none the less. It was like the two were back together in school just enjoying a nice trip. “I guess I could say the same to you Jer,” Oighrig said delightfully. “Honestly I’m just buying some stuff to tide me over on my studies at the academy though at first it was to get some stuff returned,” Oighrig said while raising the bag carrying the newly purchased scales. “I’m looking for something specific. I had heard it was so sour it would force your face to stick together with a pucker charm. I don’t know if they sell it here, but I thought I would look,” Oighrig said this while looking at the huge amount of sweets on the wall.

Oighrig sighed as she said, “Well it doesn’t look like they carry it or they have sold out of it.” She looked at the few empty spots where candy was stored and an empty jar wondering if those places held the candy she was looking for. Her focus was changed to that of the party Jeremy and Danny were going to and she gave a slight smile. Parties weren’t really her thing, but anything with Danny and Jeremy was always a hoot to watch. She vaguely remembered the suit he worn at the end of term party the two had hosted. “I’m sure it will be exciting so count me in,” Oighrig said. She then raised her hand with the few sweets she was already going to purchase, “I can even offer some sweets in case you guys need to bring something.” She proceeded to the check-out and bought the sweets she had in hand in addition to some licorice wands and some pumpkin pasties. “Shall we go? Don’t want to let the frog prince be cursed forever right?”

He was excited when she agreed to accompany him to the party and Jeremy was ready to go almost instantly. He was a spontaneous type, never one for planning (obviously), and so naturally he was open to plans changing on a dime. He had no problem reorganizing his entire day just to do something random and almost always ridiculous. If only there was some kind of job in the adult world that let him do pretty much nothing all day, meet no deadlines, come in when he felt like it, and come up with off the wall crazytown ideas. He'd be a master at that. Pulling on the strings of his sleeveless hooded sweatshirt Jeremy checked out the merchandise in her hands and nodded. "Well pay for it already lets get out of here." He said pleasantly still bouncing along behind her as they got into the line for the register. A small child with am unbelievably large lollipop in one hand and his mother's in the other turned around to look up at them and Jeremy stuck his tongue out at him playfully. As they moved a few inches toward the register, only a few in line in front of them now, the wheels in his head continued to turn . "Oh! Did you see the flyers outside for the stuff their building for Halloween this year?" He said before the finally reached the counter and he waited for her to purchase her merchandise.

"No we can't, he turns into a pumpkin at midnight." Jeremy said laughing in response to Oih's toad prince joke swiftly. She was a fun chick to hang around and the red head was already enthusiastically looking forward to tonight. As they walked out of the door he took a look down both sides of the street before jogging a few feet south and tearing down a page from the wall. Returning to his friend with the flyer in hand he held it out for her and then motioned for them to walk toward the closest Floo station with a smile. "It's this way." He said, leading them toward it so she could take a moment to examine the page he'd given her.

It was orange and black and green and flashing with lights and ghosts and scary faces. Halloween was a big deal in the wizarding world and this year Jeremy was going to go to all of the things. Usually they were stuck at Hogwarts but this year he wasn't going to be in the castle so he could finally do all the things he wanted to. "I think they might even be opening it really early this year." He continued as he opened the door to the little windowless room that held a singular fireplace. He dropped a few sickles into a small brass box with ornate markings on it to appease the tax Goblins and held his cupped hands underneath as the powder he had just purchased fell out of it. He held a handful of it toward her and closed his fist around his own handful before giving her quick directions. "Its at 212 Summer Way in Shoreditch, ladies first?"

“Oh?” Oighrig questioned Jeremy as he mentioned the flies outside. If she was honest she did see them, but didn’t pay them no mind since she was only here for the weekend trip and wasn’t expecting to run into anyone else she knew. “I don’t remember what was mentioned is there something exciting happening?” she asked Jere with some interest after all if he was interested in something on the flies it had to at least be exciting. Oighrig did love Halloween though especially before she was introduced to the wizarding world. Dressing up as ghosts and vampires and going door to door asking for candy was always fun. Ever since she discovered the wizarding world she never had time for that activity as she was in school at the time, but it was still a pleasant memory.

As they finally got outside she watched Jer run off to the board and take the flier he seemed to be most interested and the two made their way to the floo network place. Oighrig examined the flier and found it was for a haunted house event and that it was supposed to spook the pants off of you. Oighrig chuckled at the idea of this notion and asked Jere, “Do you wonder if it’s true or not? Should we get you a belt if it is?” She placed the flier in her bag with her scales and continued to follow the ex-lion. As they arrived at the floo powder place Jere graciously paid for their powder and handed her some of the ash. Oighrig held the powder and felt the coarse grainy magical substance in her hand. It felt much like sand, but a bit powdery. When asked if Oighrig wanted to go first she said, “Well too scared already I see? That’s alright I shall see if the coast in clear for you.” She gave Jer a wink before throwing the powder in the fireplace. As the emerald green flames began to engulf the place she stepped in and shouted, “212 Summer Way, Shoreditch” She felt the pull of the magic as she began to spin away and eventually fall out of the fireplace into a carpeted surface.

She looked around at she knew they were in the right place for sure. Everything was dark and dingy with furniture overturned and torn. There was a fine layer of dust and cobwebs all over the place. Oighrig took a step forward and heard the floor board’s creek under her feet. “Yep this is definitely a haunted house,” Oighrig commented to herself as she waited for Jere to make his delightful appearance in the house.

After she'd gone through the fireplace Jeremy followed her quickly and with a flash of green light he was fumbling out of the grand hearth on the other end. Seeing Oighrig standing in the dilapadated dining hall before them Jeremy moved a little further in as a chill ran down his spine. "Spooky.." He said with a bit of trepidation followed up by an excited grin. Rubbing his hands together enthusiastically the red head brought himself to standing right next to her as the floor boards under him creaked. There were cobwebs covering everything, cracking wallpaper splitting and falling around them, and very little light. The few black candles that were lit were bleeding red wax and their flames flickered dangerously, threatening to go out at any moment and leave the pair in utter darkness. The boards on the ceiling above them cracked, giving way and allowing a cloud of dust to descend upon them and Jeremy shivered again. "There is something moving up there..." He tucked his arm into hers, positioning her just ever so slightly in front of him with a grin because he assumed she would notice, and then led them toward the rickety staircase in the foyer just north of where they were.

The creaking steps felt like they were buckling under his boots but he pushed on anyway. Moving to the second floor the candle lit was nonexistent, it was nearly pitch black and Jeremy slid his wand out of his back pocket to produce some light for them. The glowing tip of his wand only made things creepier, casting strange shadows around them and illuminating things he wan't sure if he wanted to see. The haunted house had all of the staples, organs in the tub, bats sleeping in the exposed rafters, and creepy baby dolls sitting alone on rocking chairs that shouldn't be rocking by themselves. Jeremy's heart was racing by the time they got to the back room where the noise had been coming from earlier. He turned the antique glass knob and pushed on the old door with a bit of force as it got stuck. He led her into the final room, turned a corner with his wand still outstretched and glowing in front of him, and caught a ghastly sight.

Screaming like a child Jeremy's voice cracked as his fear shook him to the core.

And then he realized he was looking at a mirror.