[right][h3][color=98FB98]CASEY HARPER[/color][/H3][/RIGHT]

Casey was up bright and early that morning. Not by choice however. The young green haired teenager had fallen asleep the night before on the branch of one of the school’s many oak trees, where he had just been awoken minutes ago by the untimely arrival of the Martian Manhunter, who wasn’t all too happy to find that the boy hadn’t been in his dorm room like he should have been. After a stern talking to, most of which simply went through one of Casey’s ears and out the other due to his tiredness, the boy made his way through the grounds towards the dorms.

After showering, Casey wandered aimlessly in thought around the centre of his room deep in thought as the water fell free from his naked body. Today was the 31st of October. Or Halloween as the people of Earth referred to it. Back in Alfheim people had never celebrated such a day. Dressing up as ghouls and spirits and roaming the streets for candy? Most would have laughed at such a ludicrous idea. Not Casey though. He loved the thought of it. The costumes, the decorations, the pure incredible atmosphere of it all. In his earlier years here he had spent every Halloween going door to door trick o’ treating, however he was always met with a barrage of insults due to his age. Apparently he was too old for such festivities, but no matter, as this year he had the school dance! 

Up until recently Casey had been stuck for choice as to who he should dress up as. His first thoughts had turned to the vast array of supervillains whom he regularly idolised. They may not be ghouls or ghosts, but most of them were still terrifying monsters. Initially Casey had toyed with the idea of dressing as the infamous Joker. He did have the hair for it after all! However that idea had been instantly vetoed when he had brought it up at lunch. Something about it being in bad taste? His second idea had been his all-time hero, Anarky, however that was too obvious! He went from villain to villain for days, although he could never come up with an idea he truly liked. In the end he had decided to settle for a Luigi costume from that popular Nintendo Game, however the [url=http://www.copycatcostumes.co.uk/graphics/detail_images/2610PlumbersMateGirlGreenSmall.jpg]costume he had ordered online[/url] wasn’t exactly the same as the one fans of moustached brothers had come to love. 

Deciding to save the moustache for the dance later this evening, Casey pulled on the rest of his costume before deciding that it was about time that he headed to breakfast. As he headed across the grass, Casey couldn’t help but notice a young couple eating away at each other’s faces against one of the school’s buildings. While his initial reaction was to internally vomit, he couldn’t help but feel…lonely? That’s when it hit him. He stilled hadn’t asked Mailsi to the dance. He swore to himself quietly as he walked, confused as to how he could have forgotten such a task. They had spoken quite a bit since the A.R.C. session the other day had been cut short, although thinking about it, those conversations hadn’t gone too great since Casey had spent most of the time joking that the power outage had just been some elaborate way of John Stewart trying to save the All-Star Squadron from embarrassment. In hindsight that probably hadn’t been the best idea. What is Mailsi now hated him? Had he ruined their friendship forever? Could Casey ever talk to her again? Would she still want to go the dance with him? Casey frowned. He was merely over reacting right? He gave a short laugh to himself as he began to reassure himself that everything was ok. That was when he spotted her.

The faerie screamed internally as he laid eyes on Mailsi. She was stood outside the entrance to the mess hall comforting a student whom Casey honestly couldn’t recall ever seeing before. All the anxiousness and worrying filled his head once more in that moment. Now was his chance. His chance to ask her to the dance. He stepped towards her slightly before pausing. No, he couldn’t. This was all too much harder than he had expected. He couldn’t do this. 

Deciding that his best course of action would be to just try and avoid her and head inside, Casey burst forward towards the doors. However in the process of Casey worrying, he had completely forgotten that the glass doors actually existed, resulting in him walking straight into them. He reeled back slightly in pain, rubbing his head as he did so. Turning, he glanced at Mailsi and her new friend, before giving them a short, awkward wave. “[color=98fb98]Hello…[/color]” He muttered before snapping his attention back into focus. Darting forward once more, he quickly opened the door and headed inside, not wishing to make more of an embarrassment of himself than he had already done so. He really need a peppermint mocha. Now.