Allen had come to the Halloween festival to be scared...yet that really wasn't the case at all. Most of the pranks that people pulled were just one time scare things, and they had to be planned out carefully in order to keep the prank a secret. Allen wasn't really the person to do the pranking, yet he liked seeing it perform, scaring the little first years out of their pants. It was healthy revenge, seeing as how the same thing had happened to him anyway. It was funny though, how some people tried so hard, yet they never really accomplished anything until the last minute of the night when everyone let their guard down. He needed to be sure to keep his own guard up.
He continued through the streets though, noticing that the shops were still trying to offer free small things, such as bakery items or some small trinkets. Allen had his eye caught though on a small tray that a plumb man had been holding. They were just little figurines, the ones that you would probably overpay back in the regular Muggle world. Yet this guy was handing them out for free. That was nice. He walked over and looked down at the tray, noticing a small little troll, a weird looking skeleton , and a small ghost. He picked up the small ghost one, a rather stereotypical ghost. You know, the sheets over the head and the little eye sockets poked out. It was interesting either way.
"How much?" Allen asked in a curious tone, wondering if he had enough. The large man looked down towards Allen, a good foot taller than him. He seemed like a very intimidating man, yet had an awfully soothing voice. "Only 5 Knuts," he said to Allen. That seemed like a steal in Allen's eyes, so he dug into his pocket and pulled out 5 knuts, a small amount that his parents had sent him over through the mail. He handed the knuts to the man and toke the small ghost, admiring it's simplicity. "Thank you, and come again!" the man said, waving a friendly hand. Allen waved back and continued through the streets, looking at the object, until he ran into a lamppost and dropped the ghost.
It wasn't made of clay, as he couldn't hear the shattering of it. But he had lost it either way. "Aw come on!" he exclaimed, getting on his knees and looking through it through the large density of the crowd. "You've gotta be kidding me!" he said, feeling torn that he had just lost his new trinket.
by Allen Tobias Mon Nov 07, 2011 10:51 pm