It was the day of haunting. Halloween was here and the magic world was reaching one of its highest points of the year. Ghosts and spirits of all kinds, and it would not be just the ones in costumes. Alvaro was no spirit magi, but he became more aware of inhuman presences in the world around this time of the year. Perhaps he was hypersensitive or the Spiritus magi he called a good friend was rubbing off on him in some shape or fashion. From his studies, magic could leave an imprint on others, but not in the simple ways he was thinking.
Aside from the dead and the beyond, it was also a day of slutty and whorish dressing, mouthwatering sweets, make-out sessions with mystery strangers, and a chance of sex with a pretty costumed fool for the night. The perfect time to let loose and enjoy the fruits of the holiday. It was the one day a year after all. And every other year, on that one day, Alvaro hosted a party to experience it with all the witches, ghouls, vampires, and whoever else walked through his doorstep.
His family had always loved throwing large Halloween parties where they could, and it left quite the impression on Alvaro because he loved to do the same. He usually threw together a small to medium sized party in his apartment of two floors. The neighbors never minded because they were doing the same or completely gone at some other spooky soiree. But this year, he was able to host it in a larger space.
There was a house. His uncle's house. The man left it in Alvara's care while on vacation and now he was using it for a party. It felt like high school, except for the one fact that he had been granted full permission and was suggested the idea by the man. Magi and their love for the day of the dead. So with hours of preparation, it was covered in cobwebs, spiders, skeletons, and mysterious figures in black hoods. He prepared half the food himself, having a love for cooking, nothing was less than perfect and delicious.
He expected things to be spacier in a two-story house with a yard. But when he opened the doors and bodies started filling in, there were more people than he estimated to arrive. And not an hour later there was chattering from every corner. A clown was kissing a medieval knight on the cushioned chair and someone had helped themselves to light the bonfire outside, smoking the marshmallows Alvaro had set out for later. He didn't recognize half the people there, but that was the caveat with these sorts of parties, wasn't it?
Safe to say, it was a success.
He had been complimented at least thrice on his
pharaoh costume and hit on twice. Though he was not tipsy enough to find a partner for the night yet. He still needed to see all his options. And not all his friends had arrived yet. So, he sat eating a slice of persimmons he had cut up earlier.
