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James and Sirius, for today an accountant and a dentist, respectively, put the finishing touches on the Haunted Mansion (they had started the night before, and upon finding that in the morning their changes were still there, they had been quite pleased and finished up). Now that the room where the ceiling rose was magicked so that everyone would fit in it and still have plenty of space to move. On top of that, they had magically rewired the loudspeakers to the room, put up some spooky decorations, and even completed it with fake, scary looking ghosts (they had both been quite disappointed in the morning to discover that some of their ruder decorations, including hot, naked ghosts, were removed).

Then, James began to write the letters, and started some music.

Crowley,

We're throwing a party at the Haunted Mansion. Do you think you could provide refreshments? Feel free to come as well.

- James Potter and Sirius Black

Then, identical letters were sent out to everyone in the park.

Hey,

There will be a Halloween party at the Haunted Mansion in New Orlean's Square. Come around and have a great time. Also, if you have drinks or food that you want to bring to share, feel free.

- James Potter and Sirius Black

On the bottom of the paper, there's a witch flying on a broom, actually moving around on the paper.

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"What are you supposed to be?" Sirius asked, glancing at the costume. "Well, good of you to come, drinks on the table and all that," he added.

"Edward Scissorhands!" Katou said, indignantly. "Please, it should be obvious."

He grinned at the drinks. "Don't mind if I do. It's been a while since I've had some good drinks. What are they?"

"Don't know him," he admitted. "Some sort of muggle television program?" he guessed.

"Er, some sort of licorice, orange, and herbal shit. It's not bad even if it is suspiciously magic resistant."

"Movie," he said. Then he frowned. "But I don't think it's a 'muggle' thing." After all, a muggle was a joint.

He frowned at the drinks a little, and then went to grab a glass of the orange shit. After a glass or two, depending how it tasted, he might need to go get himself some coke.

"It isn't?" Sirius said, confused. "Hmm, maybe it's just not an English thing? Anyway, enjoy."

"Thanks for the booze!" said Katou. And then, "Where did you get it from?"

"Where does anyone get it?" he asked. "Crowley, of course."

Sirius hadn't spoken to Katou since he's returned, and wasn't aware that he'd lost his memory, so he simply assumed Katou still was friends with Crowley.

"Really?" Katou asked. "All right, thanks." After all, Katou was going to throw himself a party sooner or later, and he needed alcohol for that.