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[snitchnicker.livejournal.com]

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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[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

"Is it alcoholic?" Rukia looked nervous. "I don't really drink. Only pour me a little, okay?"

His grin was contagious and she smiled back. "What's a Muggle?" she asked.

His costume gained him an approving grin, too. Rukia's experience with dentists was likewise limited to what she'd seen on TV, so if there was anything wrong, she hardly knew. "You're a teeth doctor!"

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's alcoholic," he said. "I can make you a weak one or I could get you something else..."

"Oh, muggles," he said, realizing that if he kept using that word he'd have to explain it. "Well, as you may or may not have noticed, James and I are wizards. Where we come from, there are a lot of people who can do magic, but people who don't do magic don't know about us. We call people who don't do magic muggles. I'm not really used to muggle customs, which is why I didn't know much about videogames before." He smiled. "I think muggles are fun, though. You have a lot of great customs. Oh, but I thought teeth doctors were called dentists?" he asked.

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

"A weak one is fine."

Rukia listened intently to his explanation about Muggles, but blushed a little when he corrected her on dentists. "Oh, they might be. English isn't my first language and I don't know all the words for things, yet. Plus, in Soul Society, we don't really have them, at least not like that." He'd told her what he was, after all. It was only fair.

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

Sirius poured her a glass of a mix of the herbal and some soda water, with more soda water than alcohol. "There, try that," he said, handing her the glass.

"Oh, I see," he told her. "You speak English well, though. What's Soul Society?"

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," said Rukia cheerfully, setting down the pizza and gratefully accepting th drink.

"Soul Society is where shinigami -- I believe the English term is 'grim reapers?' -- live when we weren't fighting Hollows or guiding pluses to th afterlife." She was a little worried, although it didn't show, that he would reject such an explanation.

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

Sirius was somewhat confused. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. Sirius was used to strange things, but he'd been assuming Rukia was just a muggle. "I've heard of grim reapers before, but is this real or just a muggle thing?"

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

"I mean..." Rukia looked thoughtful, trying to determine how to best put it into words. "It's real. We guide good souls, called pluses, to the afterlife and purify evil souls, called Hollows, before they can pass on to the afterlife as well. The literal translation to English is 'death god,' but I don't think it's right to call me a god, and 'grim reaper' or 'soul reaper' seems to have more appropriate connotations anyhow."

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

Sirius cocked his head at her, and peered at her with interest. "I've never really read about anything like that. We have legends, like about the Grimm, but I haven't heard of anything like a Soul Society." He gave her a small smile. "Not that I don't believe you. After all, most muggles wouldn't believe we existed, and anyway, I have a history of being surprised by friends. Traitors, werewolves, dead...that sort of thing."

His face fell somewhat. Halloween wasn't exactly a happy holiday for him, although it was nice now to be with James. It almost made him forget all of the other things he'd lost.

"I fell through a veil to come here," he said quietly. "It was supposed to be a veil of death. And I've met so many of my dead since I've arrived, I though for a while that this might be the afterlife," he admitted. "I suppose in some ways, I wanted it to be."

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

"Traitors?" Rukia echoed. And then, quietly and sympathetically, "Dead?"

When his face fell, she frowned, and went to touch his knee gently, hoping to be at least a little reassuring. "If it makes you feel better," she said quietly. "The afterlife, at least where I come from, is a very pleasant place. You're never hungry or thirsty or tired or sick, and your whole body feels light all the time."

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

"It's a very long story," he muttered. "The gist of it is, evil wizard killed one of my three best friends with the help of another of the three, who incidentally framed me for it and condemned me to twelve years in hell on earth. Oh, and I forgot the sequel, where the evil wizard comes back and kills the person I love while I'm trapped at fucking Disneyland. Not the best story in the world. But I meant James, actually, not him, because I keep forgetting when I don't think about it."

"I'm glad," he said quietly. "I had hoped he would come now that...I mean, I have James, but I really miss..."

He winced. "I really fucking need a drink. Would you pass me that bottle of herbal shit please?"

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

When he trailed off, Rukia leaned forward and gently put a hand on Sirius's arm, hoping to be reassuring. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, unable to keep from feeling a little guilty. "If you need to talk..."

When he asked, she obediently handed over the alcohol he'd requested.

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," he said. "Maybe sometime, but not tonight."

It had been easy to put it out of mind for James's sake, but Halloween wasn't exactly his favorite holiday anymore. He conjured himself a new cup, and poured himself a glass. Then he took a drink and grimaced.

"Awful. One of these days I'm going to murder Crowley."

Still, he very much wanted to get drunk at the moment, so this would have to do for now.

"Anyway. It was nice talking to you," he said to Rukia. "Have fun, all right?"

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

"Sure," said Rukia. She frowned sadly and waved goodbye to Sirius. "Take care." She tried not to sound too depressed. She took another sip of the alcohol she'd been given.