Chapter 127 - – Deathday Party (1/2)

The evening air sweetly held the fragrance of pumpkins as Rowan and her dorm mates stepped into the Great Hall for the Hallowe'en Feast. The giant carriage sized pumpkins that Hagrid had grown are neatly carved and placed throughout the hall. Glancing up at the thousands of fluttering bats, Tiffany remarks, ”Do you ever think a real vampire could be hiding up there? Wouldn't that be so very exciting?”

”I doubt it,” Rowan drily said. ”Dumbledore would probably get fired if the vampire bit anyone not to mention what the ministry would do.”

”You've been reading those gothic romance novels, again haven't you?” Bethanie chided as Tiffany wilted as they took a seat. ”And what did I say about those novels being nothing but rubbish for suspectable minds?”

”That they implant witches with unhealthy notions about dangerous creatures,” Tiffany dully replied.

”Exactly,” Bethanie said as Silvia muttered, ”Really should have been a Ravenclaw.”

”What was that?” Bethanie pointedly said with a smile causing Silvia to blanche and shake her head refusing to repeat the comment.

Rowan wryly smiles and turns away to spot Regulus sitting with two 1st year girls. It had come as a relief to find that Regulus finally began to spread his wings. Though he sat with them at breakfast or in the common room, he tended to sit with his other house friends for lunch and for dinner with the two female friends he'd made in Slytherin.

Turning her attention back to her friends, Rowan finally rescued Silvia. ”And how's music going?”

Bethanie beamed as she had been found to be rather talented at playing the harp. ”The Professor says, I should join the Hogwarts Orchestra next year and I just might,” Bethanie happily said.

Rowan sagely nods her head as Tiffany says, ”Where's Terry and Severus the feast is about to start?”

Rowan stiffens as Silvia and Bethanie glance about before both eyes come to rest on Rowan. Seeing the inquiring gazes Rowan sighs and finally says, ”They're attending some sort of Deathday party.”

”Deathday party?” The three girls said.

”Yes, Deathday,” Rowan drily said again. ”It's celebrating the death of their physical body and the birth of themselves as a ghost.”

”Why would anyone want to attend that?” Tiffany wrinkled her nose.

”Because of Lily,” Rowan said as if that answered her question.

”OH,” Tiffany said as her gaze filled with pity.