Makola | Open
Last year, Makola hadn't even noticed Halloween. He'd only been away from home for three months, and everything still looked strange to him, so even when people put on costumes and masks it had all been one and the same to him. He was older and wiser now, though. He still didn't understand why they were doing it, but it was interesting. He followed the other second years to the party and found somewhere to sit where he could watch. Someone stuck a hat on his head for some reason, and after a while he forgot it was there. Maybe it would help him blend in for once, instead of sticking out like a sore thumb as usual.