Perhaps it was a little cliche, a little silly even, but Ava had never been one to care much for what others thought of her. Wearing a fluffy white beard held on by elastic, the biggest pointy had she could find with robes charmed purple and blue, Ava was dressed as the wizard Merlin for the party.
“You can judge me all you want, but I’m not changing my costume. I quite like it, actually.”
Mallory had chosen her Halloween costume carefully: it ought to not cost too much, but not look cheap, either; it should have something she could talk about with others and above all, it had to look good on her. And so, for one night, she had used a spell to bleach her hair to the blondest of blond and cut it in a different shape so she could embody the perfect Debbie Harry, who was one of the most inspiring female artists of that time ---- or at least in her eyes. As she had cared and did care so much about her outfit, she was rather shocked to see her older sister wearing a costume that was nothing but lazy.
“ You’re not my sister any more. Not looking like that. ”
