On the subject of Halloween, Witch Hazel had a lot of theory and very little practise. Her father was not fond of the holiday and had kept his children bundled away from the terrifying cries of 'trick or treat!' lest it invite bad spirits into the house.
But she was older now and Cirrus was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he needed to give his children a little bit more freedom and was completely booked out today due to everyone wanting to have their fortune read at the local monster house on Halloween.
So that left Witch Hazel the opportunity to do something she had never done before.
Go trick or treating.
She didn't really have much of a costume. She'd quickly rustled up an old sheet, cut some eyes in it and then scurried out the door before anyone could stop her.
It was still early but families and friends were already out and about, wandering up and down the local streets, admiring decorations and filling their baskets of candy. Oops, she'd forgotten that part.
Well, all that was left now was to take part.
But instead, Witch Hazel just stood and watched, a lonely little ghost all on her own. Basket or not, she could still get a little bit of candy.
[ORP setting: Everyone starts hanging out and goes trick or treating together, cue fun and laughter!]