It was the worst idea she had ever had. She knew this much as soon as the bowls of punch were continuously refilled and the older students’ cheeks turned brighter and brighter with each cup ingested. Narcissa pursed her lips. Her charmed whiskers twitched in annoyance. It was definitely the worst idea she had ever had. There was no way she was going to admit to it, anyhow; at least not out loud. She tapped her painted nose with one finger. Her fuzzy ears twitched with the loud noises. Her blue eyes caught some movement out of the corner of her eyes.

Narcissa turned her head and frowned at the sight. Rosier and others were picking on the first years once more. They were seemingly practicing their Levicorpus spells on the unfortunate volunteers. They roared with laughter as they dangled the first year boys from their legs in the air. Narcissa waved a hand in front of her nose as if that would disperse an unidentifiable stench flooding her nostrils.

It was undoubtedly the worst idea she had ever had. Never again would she suggest a Halloween party, no matter how much she wanted to dress up as a kitty.