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WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!

Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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Ysera smiled gently. "Everyone dreams of being acknowledged by others; it is no unusual thing to desire. Most, however, never need learn there's a price for being prominent in the public eye. I hope your friend can find his moments of peace."

“Well, I hope he will now.” Ginny smiled back. Ysera was a kind person. “Our world wasn’t very peaceful for the last few years, but I think it’ll be more so now. I’m hoping people might lay off a bit, to be honest. Although I doubt it.” If anything Harry would be even more famous now, though Ginny hoped people might respect him enough to settle down a bit. “Even that sort of fame is nothing like this, though. This is completely mental. People are dressed up and everything.”

"It is rather strange. It reminds me somewhat of the Hallow's End festival, where people would wear masks of other races, or use costume wands to change their appearance... But most here mean no harm in their game of pretend."

"Hallow's End?" Ginny looks up, surprised. "Is that what we call Halloween? It sounds similar, and people wear costumes and masks for that. But that's special, like a holiday."

"It is indeed a holiday. Once it was a harvest festival, but now the Forsaken also celebrate their freedom for two weeks at the end of October. It is curious how very many things are similar between worlds, while others are so very different."

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