When Gen came across the gathering, she had no idea what it was. But it looked beautiful. Like the party she had been to. The food just smelled too delicious to take a closer look. Snuffles, the hellhound, was padding besides her. As menacing as he looked, his nature had diverted strongly from his name. The beast liked to cuddle.
The young witch almost turned back, when she saw how fancy everyone looked. Here she was in just a t-shirt and jeans. She had dressed up a few times in her past. It had been a game. A glance into a different life. Them all fancy in an abandoned house with wrecked furniture and a cooked rat for a feast. It had felt like a feast there and then. She had fitted in. Not now though. Maybe this was invitation only. It was only when she spotted a familiar face that she stayed. Maybe he would be able to tell her what was happening.