Halloween at Hogwarts

Being a parsel-tongue, I knew I was Slytherine, of course. Dressing in scales and slithering would give it away though. So I dressed as my patronus, seventeen-hands high stallion horse, Entering the Great hall with mask that had a green neon glow. Hermione was not easily found, but I spotted Ron’s hair right away. He was attempting to perform a small spell to help out a Ravenclaw. Hufflepuffs were clumping around, not mingling, like every day. Draco Malfoy, my nemesis is a guy that I almost immediately saw. Why do we allow mudbloods into Hogwarts? He was demanding. He is a broken record, that Neanderthal, full of hate if you ask me. He is always politicizing, and his motives are full of under-handing. I could wait until this night was over, no one here I wanted to see. A small Slytherin slithered past me wearing a snake costume. I laughed. Hagrid came by with two dragons, which were not legal, I will bet. Ron said “You knew me, didn’t you? I should have come as a giraffe. No, I liked. You had me fooled. Hermione walked by then with her pet. When did she get a grampoodle? I asked my pal whose face was red. I did not know she had one, she probably conjured it herself, he said. Hermione turned and gave him that withering look she has mastered. A new Gryffindor recruit threw up on the next chair, he was totally plastered.