Sirius Black / OTA (MW)
Sirius Black loved Halloween. It wasn’t exactly the same in terms of festivities here — or probably anywhere in the muggle world. Wizards did things differently, and while a wizarding party could be more than fun, Sirius was leaning toward positive that maybe he liked this better? The food was more interesting, the music was brilliant (Sirius would be the very first to admit that muggle simply had better music, it was a fact and not an opinion of any kind) and the concept of costumes?
Oh. He loved the costumes.
He loved them a little too much, apparently, because Sirius had been completely unable to pick just one thing. So he was dressed as a maybe rock star, with a pair of red horns but also some fake chunky glasses and a plastic play sword on his hip. So, like, it was really just kind of a fucked up mess of things but at least he looked quite keen in his leather jacket.
He was currently at the table with drinks, tongue stuck out slightly between his lips as he concentrated very hard on concocting something that was both very orange and had just enough of a charm on the cup where it looked like it was continuously billowing smoke. He fancied himself very brilliant, just now.