The Maltsters gathered together on Halloween for a club night of spooky scoresheets, petrifying pumpkins and supernatural squashes. Some archers might have been hoping to blame their scores on bewitched bows or apparating arrows, but a ruleset that changed more often than the stairs at Hogwarts saw to that (perhaps written by a mischievous poltergeist).
A big thank you to our archers who baked up enchanting snacks, put on their best fancy dress and cut out some spooktacular targets. A magical evening for all involved.