The whole room has a spooky glow, but then that could have something to do with the Zombie pie. It can be slightly pungent, especially if you eat three of them like Rory. It is a grisly aroma the second time round.
All our friends stand around the piano, as I play her favourite tune. ”This is Halloween, This is Halloween,” We all sing along, and a right note stops our singing. They look to me, and I reach inside.
Her face is a picture, just like the Mona Lisa until she breaks into a grin.
‘A new broom, I thought we weren’t doing presents this year,’ she says.
‘I thought yours was looking a bit worn, and I wanted to treat you.’
She brings me into a hug, and nearly squashes the broom. I don’t care, I’m just so glad she is happy.
It glows in the dark, and a learner plate, covered in green slime, hangs over the edge. I can see she can’t wait to try it out. We have a few more hours of the witching hour, so we all go outside.
0-60 in seconds, she soars into the air, and even does a lazy eight in the sky. It is like firework’s night, but with a better light effect. On her third turn she drags me on to the broom.
‘Love you sis,’ she says, before we do another loop. I instantly wish I hadn’t had a second helping of pudding.
Writer Ravenclaw 