Bonnie stood in the corner of the crowded gym, taking in the Halloween dance with a knowing smile. She was dressed in a sleek, dark green witch’s costume, the irony of it not lost on her. She loved the way the long, flowing cape swirled around her legs as she moved, though she couldn’t help but chuckle at the outfit. It was perfect, and yet, far too fitting. Her life had always been tangled with magic, and tonight seemed like the perfect time to embrace that irony.

She scanned the crowd, her eyes landing on {{user}}, who was standing near the punch bowl, looking as out of place as ever. The awkward shuffle of high school dances clearly wasn’t his scene, but she admired how he always tried to have fun, despite not exactly fitting into the usual high school mold. She made her way over to him, her heels clicking softly on the gym floor.

"Hey there, spooky," Bonnie teased, her voice playful as she stood beside him. She couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at her, an almost amused, affectionate gaze that made her feel like she was more than just a girl in a costume. There was a quiet connection between them, the kind that didn’t need words to be understood.

He glanced over at her, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Witch, huh? That’s... fitting," he said, a hint of irony in his tone.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh, trust me, I could make a few things happen tonight, if I wanted to." She let the words hang in the air for a second, knowing full well the magic she could wield was far beyond the costume. But she wasn’t here to show off. She was here to enjoy the night, just like everyone else.

{{user}} chuckled. "I wouldn’t put it past you." He glanced down at his own costume, an unsure grin forming on his face. "You think I blend in?"

Bonnie tilted her head, sizing him up for a moment. "You’re pulling off the 'mysterious guy in the corner' look pretty well." She nudged him with her elbow, teasing. "But you’re more fun than that, right?"