I'll post soon, I've been fiddling around with some other writing habits. I definitely won't forget about this, though!

And yes, Brookiera can join!

Finally! Btw I'm changing this to first peron because thinking of synonyms for figure and person is hard.

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"So . . . ," began Booksy Owl, "we're not taking a bus?" 

"One with the Nightmare Before Christmas logo?" asked Sydney.

I shook my head. "Nope. We're taking broomsticks."

"Ooh!" is this like Harry Potter?" Arwen said. "Are we gonna have the party at Hogwarts?" 

I shook my head again. "Sadly, no. Spooky people have been using broomsticks way before HP ever came along." 

"Wait," said Booksy, "you said 'have been,' as if they really were. Scary creatures really don't exist, right?" 

I shrugged. "Who knows," I replied with a chilling voice.

Jarwen stared at me with a slightly terrified look. The statement sent chills up Quill's spine, and made her grip her spear a little more hard.

"Time to board," I announced quickly. I reached for one of the brooms and held it horizontally. I lifted a leg over the wooden part and sat on it, my body still hovering above the ground. 

"Come," I said, gesturing at them. "It's easier than it looks." 

They gasped in awe and quickly grabbed their own.

Before I could tell them what to do next, a sudden cry peirced the night like an arrow.

I darted my head in the noise's direction and saw two figures racing towards us.

"Ah, Will!" said Ashlee. "Glad you could make it."

"Whoa," whispered Booksy Owl, "is that some sort of sniper gun?"

"It's filled with pies," he explained, out of breath. "Rufus, come on!"

The dragon lagged behind, lugging a large blaster of some sort. Quill could only imagine it contained pies. 

"Oh dear," said  Saphira, "looks like Mwa ha ha only brought ten broomsticks."

"Well this is gonna be awkward," said Will T.

"I think we can do this," Booksy Owl offered helpfully. She did some quick calculations in her head. "Hmm, yes. Rufus and Will can share a broom, Arwen and Jarwen wil share one, Ashlee will have to ride with her companions, and the rest of the CAPTCHAs will have to ride with either their CBers or their AE's."

"Very good," I said, "thank you."

She blushed and swung her basket onto a broom. "Well, let's go!"

"Ah," I said, "Now all you have to do is think about what you want your broom to  do. It will only follow direction orders, so you don't have to worry about focusing."

Everyone nodded and boarded their transportation.

"Well, let's go! We don't have all night!" called Saphira.

Poofball used herlittle paws to hold onto Ashlee's shoulders tightly as the started to rise from the ground.

Smoke didn't come from the broom's end, bt it was still just as magical. A loud frish could be heard, and the CNers were soon flying high above in the sky. They raced passed the moon, casting glowing silhouettes. The stars twinkled like fireworks, and Sydney felt so close to one it seemed as if she could reach out and touch it.

They went by little houses, even the biggest one looking like ants. Nobdoy noticed them of course. The sliver of a moon shed little light, and the world was already fast alseep on Halloween's Eve. 

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Don't worry, I'll put Brookiera and Kate in super soon 

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Yay, broomsticks! That got impressively poetic at the end, actually. I want to touch a star. Unless, of course, we are in Stormhold and the stars are people. In which case, I want to talk to a star and maybe also talk to Yvaine and Tristan.

Oh, wait...people are going to eventually have to die, aren't they? Great. Thanks for ruining the party, paranoia.  

WAIT. We are allowed to start guessing, right? After reading the last line where you said you would add in Brookaria and Kate soon, I realized - one other person has said a similar line elsewhere.

That person was St. Owl.

So, if we are allowed to start guessing, are you St. Owl? 

ehhh why must I skip so many days... btw, I'm not St. Owl! And yeah, you can guess any time. 

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As the CBers flew high overhead, Quill steadily leaned over the side, hoping nobdoy would get pushed off. She had heard scary stories about people dying on trips like these. 

She blinked several times, and suddenly remembered that she was terrified of heights. And broomsticks. No, she said to herself not-so-reassuringly, this is more of a Zeon thing. Me, Quill, amd not afra---

Before she knew it, there was a loud hurling sound and a giant glob of green goop coming from Quill's mouth. 

"EWW!" cried Hazelle. "That is most utterly disgusting." 

The AE quickly wiped her hand across her mouth. "Sorry," she wheezed.

"I wonder who's head that landed on," Jarwen asked.  

"Oh dear goodness . . . , " groaned Ashlee.

"Let's just hope nobody falls off one of these things . . . ," whispered Booksy.

"Right," I said, "and we will be arriving at the mansion in three . . . two . . . one." I grinned as I made my broom float slowly down to the ground.

"How long will this party last?" Will asked curiously.

"That depends," I said.

We approached the large, dark mansion, and out of the corner of my eye and noticed the CBers gulp nervously. The watched as ferocious gargoyles peered down at them from their rooftop perches. Spiderwebs, real and fake, were strung intricately along the windows. Several laterns hung around the door, flies trapped inside.

"Whoa," mumbled Poofball, pointing one of her flappy arms to the left of the building, "isss that grave yard?"

Hazel nodded. "Look like iitt."

The tiny CAPTCHAS shuddered. 

"Well," let's go in already!" said Booksy excitedly. How, she though, could anything bad happen to someone with cute braids and a hat? She rapped her knuckles on the middle pf the door, ignoring the large griffin knocker.

Suddenly, the black double-doors swung openly slowly, their hinges creaking mysteriously.

"Uhh," she said nervously, "is that supposed to happen?"

I gasped slightly. "Um, noooo. The spooky looks are just for show . . . ?"

"Someone's obviously already inside," announced Rufus, preparing his pie blaster. "To open the door."

"Right," said Booksy Owly. "Let's just go in."

We took a deep breath and slowy stepped over the dusty threshold, wondering what we would find. A large spider, with a red hourglass shape on it, scurried by our feet. In the center of the living room, which was surprisngly clean, was a large, Victorian-style chair sitting in the middle. The only thing visible was the top of someone's head. 

"Announce yourselves!" yelled Rufus, bringing his pie rifle to eye level.

"Hello," said a dramatically fake, scary sounding voice. The chair swiveled around, and before anyone could do anything, Rufus, immediately unleashed the filling of his gun at the figure.

"Hey!" said Will, "we didn't even get to figure out who it is yet!" he grabbed the weapon from his AE's hands. Or claws.

"Ughhhh," graoned the person. "dang it, I was just about to put on a show!" They're fake-spooky-dramatic voice was gone, revealing that of a girl. She stood up front the chair and tried to wipe the whipped cream and sticky fruit filling from her clothes.

"Excuse me," I said, "how did you get in? And who are you?"

The person bowed and flicked a stick under her clothes. "I am . . . Kate. The. Great."

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