Oliver couldn't help but chuckle when he passed his reflection in a shop window as he walked towards the Leaky. He still couldn't believe his teammates had talked him into not only hitting up the pub for Hallowe'en, but into this ridiculous costume as well.
Not that anyone but him knew it was a costume.
Pietra, their Chaser, was a dab hand with cosmetic Transfiguration as it turned out and she'd dressed him in a simple black outfit, tied an impressive cape around his neck...and then changed his face to resemble a vampire's. No fangs, he'd drawn the line there, but with his pale skin, kohl rimmed eyes and the reddish tinge around his mouth, he didn't think his own mother would recognize him. He certainly hadn't when he'd caught his own reflection just now.
Laughing, he stepped into the pub and headed for the bar, eyes already scanning the room for the rest of his team.