Had Terry's place of employment not been the hosts of this Halloween Party, Anthony would not have dragged himself to out of his flat to attend such an event. Let alone spending a fair amount of time piecing together a suitable costume to wear.
Once he started planning, however, the little boy tucked inside of Anthony began to really enjoy the idea of being someone else for the evening. Someone far more daring and dashing than he.
He paused outside cafe for a moment, running his wand over his tuxedo to loosen any wrinkles that were born during his apparition to the party. Once he felt his appearance was suitable, he hid his wand and pulled out a small plastic gun. He held it in his left hand with the barrel facing upward, his elbow supported by his right hand, his finger on the trigger. Slowly, he opened the door, posing his body for an attack.