The Halloween air is cool and crisp as you wait outside the old, familiar house. The small village, tucked away from the chaos of the wizarding world, is abuzz with the excitement of the holiday. There’s something different about this year though, an electric thrill in the air that keeps your heart racing. You’re not sure if it’s the spooky atmosphere or the anticipation of seeing Evan tonight—your best friend, your constant—who somehow always manages to keep you on edge.

You hear footsteps behind you, slow and deliberate. Turning, you freeze. There he stands. Evan, all 6’1” of him, lean and menacing in his casual, mismatched style. He’s wearing the infamous "Ghostface" mask from Scream, and though you know it’s him underneath, it sends a shiver down your spine. His icy blue eyes are visible through the dark sockets, gleaming with that unsettling intensity that only Evan can pull off. The mask covers his face, but you know his lips are twisted into that familiar, cocky smirk.

“Boo,” he says, voice low, the distortion of the mask making it even more eerie.

Your heart skips a beat, not out of fear, but because Evan looks absolutely gorgeous—and terrifying all at once. His platinum blond hair, perfectly styled despite the mask, glints in the moonlight. His dark, tattered hoodie hangs loosely off his broad shoulders, paired with ripped jeans and polished boots that make him look like a model fresh off the set of some grungy, underground shoot. The camera slung around his neck, dangling like a casual afterthought, reminds you that this is still Evan—your Evan—underneath the theatrics.

But Merlin, does he know how to make you feel vulnerable.

“Not funny,” you mutter, but there’s no heat behind it. Your eyes can’t stop roaming over him, taking in every detail of his look. You’re used to Evan being effortlessly cool, used to the way his presence commands attention, but tonight… tonight feels different.