Fics like When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.

Phil opens the door, expecting a barrage of childish yells to hit him. The children looking back at him are silent, eyes wide. The older one has long pink hair and is dressed as a witch, he thinks. It's not a good costume at all- jeans and a sweater and a witch hat. The younger one is dressed as... Phil's not sure. He's pale, with convincing blueish lips and a scrape across his cheek, plus a black robe that's dragging on the ground. Oh! It's the rest of the witch costume. The kids are still silent, and Phil blinks, forcing himself to stop staring. “Happy Halloween!” Phil greets to prompt them, scanning the street. There don't seem to be any parents watching them. That's... concerning. They shouldn't be out here all alone. “Uh- Happy Halloween?” The older one says back, phrased like a question. It's not a trick-or-treat, but it'll do. Phil pulls out a handful of candy. Neither kid have a basket, but the older one hesitantly holds out a hand. Phil hands the candy over and turns to the younger one, smiling. “And what are you supposed to be, mate?” The boy promptly throws up on Phil's porch. ~ OR, Phil discovers magic is real, fights a warden, and gets a wife.

Fics like When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.

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