As she reached the doors and extended an arm to open them, she took a deep, steadying breath. Remembering how she felt as she looked in the mirror before departing her room. She swung open the door and gasped. It was beautiful, Ginny had outdone herself. The sky was charmed a decadent black with the night sky depicted beautifully– including the full moon. Pumpkins sat on nearly every available surface. Goblets were filled with punch, tables spattered around the room sat full of "spooky treats" as Ginny had referred to her menu for the evening. Music blared through the room– muggle, Hermione mused. 