theokgatsby

"Seriously? Does it even count as a costume if you're actually a witch?" Eddie teased his daughter Veronica as she walked out of her room, dressed up for her school's Halloween dance. When he had first discovered that her spell-books and potions were more than just a hobby, he had been a little scared for (and of) the teenaged witch. Now, enough time had passed that he felt comfortable being glib. A little too glib, the daughter was starting to feel. "You're one to talk," Veronica shot back as she came down the stairs. "That's just your old football uniform! At least my outfit is spooky." She had a point. Eddie hadn't gotten any taller since

The first thing you notice when you wake up is your splitting headache. You stumble out of the large, soft bed you don’t remember falling asleep in, and make your way out of the room as the world spins around you. Your sense of balance is off, and everything seems larger than it should be, but you chalk this up to the migraine and keep moving steadily through a long hallway decorated with suits of armor and portraits of well-dressed men and women. Finally, you arrive at a door that’s much larger and more ornate than any you’ve passed previously, suggesting the answers you’re looking for might just be behind it. You do