Aster and Open
Aster. Loved. Halloween. For him, Halloween was the herald of the season of cold noses and long nights and wintery winds and snow. But first, he got to play dress-up, and since Beauxbatons didn't go in for Halloween the way that Hogwarts did, he'd missed the opportunity last year.
This year, he wouldn't. Aster was an angel.
He'd spent the last two weeks putting together the costume, which consisted of a white tunic and sandals, a halo made of brass wire suspended above his mess of dirty blond hair, and four wings that were charmed to flap on their own, and could actually hold him aloft for short periods of time. He made sure he was hovering when he entered the great hall, usually the kind of person who faded into the background, but enjoying making an entrance for once.