This. Must. Be. The Coolest. Start of Term Party. EVER.

Whoever took the time and effort on the decorations, kudos to them, because they look AMAZING. Ari loves superheroes. She watched all the movies, read all the comic books (she even has some copies of her favorite comics in her backpack at this very moment), despite the fact that her snobby older sister always hisses behind Ari's back, complaining somehow that the images "aren't moving" and the drawings and "ugly."

Ari would always tell her sister to "grow up" and start appreciating the half Muggle culture from their father's side of the family, whether she likes it or not. Not everything needs to be a secret magical artifact from the 16th century lost palace of the French nobility.

Ari quickly approached the gadgets table and picked up Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, slightly disappointed by the fact that she could pick it up. The maker didn't even bother to add weight to the hammer to make it seem more realistic, at least. Oh, well. Ari quickly eyed the moving targets and heaved the hammer at one of them. Missed. OH WELL.