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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 2, 2007 14:34:17 GMT -5
The click-clacking of heels and the squeaking of other shoes were sounding through the night at the moment. Giggles were heard as they snuck through dark hallways, and the soft sound of guys playfully punching each other. When the door was opened, there was a faint sound of music for just a music. But when the door was shut again, all evidence was gone. Word had gone around about a giant party in the Room of Requirement that night. The true rumor had been going on for about a week now. It was first started by a Slytherin, obviously a Zabini; since the party was being hosted by such. The news traveled to the Ravenclaw house first, then spread to Gryffindor, finally landing at Hufflepuff. Somehow, the little students got word and some had decided to join them. The party had been set as an escape for the older kids, but ah well. There was no getting away from those little demons, hm? Basically, everyone was invited. And almost everyone was going. That day, of which was Friday, people were scurrying around and whispering about the party; excited. The guys were acting cool about it, where the girls planned what to wear and who to link arms with, as well as watching their figures. A party was just what they needed. And with the Room of Requirement, not even the Death Eaters that prowled the school could come in and bust it. The students were all tucked safely inside a sound-proof party room, letting all their energy out while dancing or making it on the couches. So, it was nearly midnight and students were beginning to sneak out of their dorms and in to the cold halls of Hogwarts. The would try and be as quiet as they could to slide passed all the teacher's dorms and offices, and away from the night guard. These kids weren't idiots. They knew how to work their school. They were teenagers with hormones and the urge to party. They'd go to large lengths to get to the Room fo Requirment. Inside their little hidden place or the party/orgy, it was the perfect party area. It was a humungous room, with neon lights flashing everywhere. There was a over-sized dance floor for everyone, and a cozy area for couples or for people just to hook up. There was a stage for...well, really no reason, and music was blasting loud enough to bust your ears. Beautiful people were everywhere, and it was the perfect party so far. All they need is you to be complete.
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 2, 2007 15:16:14 GMT -5
Walking with the guys was probably one of the most gorgeous males you will even encounter in your life. One of his hands were running through his hair, of which was a dark brown and perfectly messy; giving him an even more lovely phenotype. His other hand was in the pocket of his fashionably ripped and tattered jeans, hanging only a tad low so his lovely blue plaid boxers were being shown. His tee-shirt was light blue, simple and very flattering to his lean muscular self. There was a witty saying printed on the tee-shirt in black letters, reading, 'KEEP YOUR HANDS TO MYSELF'. Yes, very lovely indeed. Girls would not mind keeping their hands to Ace Finnigan; considering he was not only sweet, but incredibly good looking. He ran a hand through his hair again and flicked the bangs from his eyes, chuckling as we was punched softly by one of the guys. His bright blue eyes were glittering with excitement, as usual. Partying was always fun. He was also a fantastic grinder. Ahem ahem.
Walking with his best friend was Ace's cousin, not lacking any gorgeous features. His skin was a lovely olive color, smooth and almost tempting to touch. Actually, very tempting to touch. He was tempting to touch in general. His eyes were a warm brown of which look happy for the while. His lips were curved in to a small grin, excited to let himself in to the party. He ran a hand over his short, soft hair, of which was a light brown color. No, he lacked no grogeous features, as stated above. He looked at Marco and nudged him slightly, chuckling, "Think you'll get some action tonight?" he whispered. Usual boy talk. Since he and his other best friend were not on very good terms at the moment, he was strolling as quietly as he could beside a boy with curly hair, looking as good as he possibly could. He was wearing a black brand shirt, the Volcom sign on the corner of the sleeve, as well as some dark-wash jeans. He looked dashing, as usual. Tanner heard music softly in the distance, like a techno beat. He smiled as the music faded away. He was ready to party.
Marco, the boy mentioned above, was walking beside Tanner, his best friend, calmly. Yes, he was excited, but he was calm about it. He had a smile on his face, and his beautiful green eyes were twinkling. "Action? Do you see this?" he said, motioning to his body. It was toned with Quidditch muscles and and lovely face structure, unique with his curly bunch of blonde hair atop his head, "Of course I'll be getting some. Now, you, you're another story," he teasing, chuckling softly as they quietly neared their destination. Yes, he enjoyed parties. He knew a lot of people, thus it was hard to be bored at a gathering like such. He knew he wouldn't have a probelm. Plus, with his looks, he was set. He was dressed in jeans, like most boys, and a polo shirt that looked dashing on him. He wasn't in one of those geek polos. No way. He looked like he stepped right out of an Abercrombie photo with his orage and white striped polo, the little bird sewn in to the fabric on his chest. Yep.
Charlie had taken lost of care in preparing himself and his lovelies for the party. He had picked out his outfit and set them on his bed, then went to go kidnap the girls. He snuck in to the girl's dorm without the boy-stopping device going off on him. He was gay, how would he harm the girls? He'd found Rory Davies with a book, nailpolish drying on her nails. He'd tackled her on her bed and thrown her over his shoulder without difficulty, snatching some things from her trunk on the way. He'd found Nikki next, entering in common room. He smiled and beckoned her over. And now, they were all his his dorm, fixing each other up for the party/orgy for that night. Charlie was hogging the mirror as he straighted his sleek black hair with his wand. He shook the bangs from his eyes and pouted his lips a but, running a hand through the back of his lovely locks. "Straight enough, hm? Anyone else need a straightening job?" And then he was in his trunk, sifting through clothes. He's brought out his best pair of jeans; the designer ones that made his buttocks look absolutely gorgeous. He pulled on a simple white tee-shirt, his six-pack nearly showing throwing, as well as a rainbow belt. He carefully pulled on large white sunglasses and examined himself in the mirror. He smiled, happy with his reflection, and pulled on his Chucks. He did a little dance and placed his hands on his hips, examining the girl. They all looked party-worth fo sho.
Nicolla Bones was in Charlie's dorm. Duh. She'd been caught entering the Common Room and was dragged in to Charlie's room. She didn't mind. Charlie was, like, the best at getting ready for parties/orgies. She ran a hand through her bright blonde hair and wiggled on a pair of jeans, examining herself in the mirror just like Charlie had done moments ago. She grabbed her red Dickies tee-shirt and threw it on, flattening it out against her mid and glancing at the mirror again. She needed something... Ah. She went to Charlie's desk and snatched up a long, chunky necklace, wrapping it around her neck; doubling. She took the eyeliner from Charlie's hands and lined her eyes; smudgy but lovely. "Readyy,"
She's been kidnapped. Yes, Rory Davies had been kidnapped by a gay teenager. She'd been snatched from her very own bed and thrown over his shoulder without a problem, and taken in to his room. In his room, they were all getting ready for the party. She didn't mind, these people were her friends. She loved them. But, she was determined to look better than all of them; which wouldn't be a problem for her. She straightened her hair with Charlie's wand, of which they heated like a muggle straightener. Her hair, already naturally straight, looked lovely. She pushed her bans to the side to see better and smiled. "Oy, Charlie, Nikki, is my hair alright?" she asked, then went to the bed and eyed her clothing. She pulled on a grey mini skirt, of which was a bit big on her. She frowned, then tried a plaid mini. Happy with the look, she stripped from her day shirt, not feel self-conscious with her friends, and pulled on a tight, white band shirt, of which read, 'THE BEATLES'. She sifted through Charlie's things for a moment and wrapped a studded belt around her waist, of which self to the side and looked absolutely lovely. She took the eyeliner from Nikki and cleanly lined her eyes, then smoothed down her thin hair. She slipped her feet in to yellow flats and stood with the others in the mirror. They all looked fantastic. Rory looked like she walked off some rebel runway in Milan or something. "We're gonna be late, let's go," she said. And then they were all holding hands and quietly stepped their way to the Room of Requirment.
LET THE PARTY BEGIN.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on Jun 2, 2007 15:44:37 GMT -5
Andre LeCaron was heading, now, to this supposed 'giant orgy' that he'd been hearing about for the past week, alone. Oh gee. You'd think that, having been dateless and therefore had decided to pass on the ball, he'd never be caught dead at another social event alone. Of course, this was different. You see, at the ball, as far as he knew (seeing as he hadn't attended), there had been no alcohol, no sweaty bodies grinding against each other... But most importantly, it had been a formal event previously, and now he was ready for otherwise.
After all, it was highly unlikely for Andre to be heading to an actual party alone, correct? However, it was just about the dead of night, there were no Death Eaters, or teachers, around... And honestly, he had no idea why. You'd think that, with the younger students running about with this information, someone else would have found out. It seemed that he'd underestimated the young ones. Typical of Andre, really, if you thought about it... However, he and his baggy Muggle clothing - perfect for any /girl/ to take off, really, although if it came to it he'd never admit that that was why he'd chosen to dress so - along with that gorgeus mop of blonde hair, were heading to the Room of Requirement.
He entered now, after the pacing, and a light smirk came to his lips. Some Muggle song that he couldn't recall the name of was playing, there were several people there already... not too large of a crowd yet, but if the news had spread as far as that, then it was likely.
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Momentarily, in the Slytherin sixth year girls' dorms, who should be dolling herself up in front of the mirror but Marissa Woods? With the other girls far off, attempting to force themselves around a small mirror, seeing as Marissa was not at all up to sharing, she was attempting to make herself as... presentable as possible. With anything formal over and done with, she had arranged for herself a variety of clothes, none of which were particularly... sheltering of herself, and all of which could be described as rather skimpy.
However, if anyone knew how to look good, it was Marissa, and she was able to do that in... her own way. And if someone else didn't like, it, well... that was their problem, was it not? Not at all hers. Her hair was done rather untidily, but oh well - she could at least attempt pulling the look off, correct? No, not try. It was never /try/ when you were Marissa. It was always /do/. She did everything correctly, she never had to try. Or at least, she did in her eyes, and the eyes of several, erm... 'admirers'.
Not that she knew who those were, but she was sure to have someone. Particularly at tonight's 'event', actually. A giant orgy, she'd heard. Or, well, a study group was what the Death Eaters and teachers were hearing, but that was due to a very nice little disguise plan that someone had come up with. The Zabini twins, no doubt, seeing as it was being hosted by said siblings...
She pulled on her jeans, along with a jewel-encrusted belt and all (although no one could be sure that any of this had actually been worth anything, despite Marissa's insistence that everything had been), and then glanced around. Some top of hers had to be around somewhere... She pulled something black out of her trunk and then, deciding that it was suitable, pulled it on, watching herself in the mirror for a moment before starting towards the Room of Requirement.
This should be interesting. [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 16:11:42 GMT -5
Aleksandra struggled, trying to drag a male figure towards the Room of Requirement." Hallie, Why did we have to drag your brother?" She asked in a whinny voice. All she wanted to do was party, but yet here she was pulling a guy along the hallway. She needed to fix her make-up. " Hold on." She said and ran into a bathroom. She fixed her curly blonde hair and reapplied her eyeliner. She adjusted her small black fitted tee. She looked down at her skinny jeans and her flip-flops. She didn't know what kind of shoes to wear, but decided to wear flip-flops. She sighed and walked back outside. She grabbed the figure and pulled him farther down the hall and closer to the PARTY OF THE CENTUARY.
OOC: I might now rp Pandora. I don't want to right now.
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Post by Jason Malfoy on Jun 2, 2007 16:26:27 GMT -5
Jason was busy arguing. Yes, arguing. While what could possibly be described as the greatest party ever held within Hogwarts was going on elsewhere, Jason was arguing with the kid he shared his dormitory with. You see, he had been asked why it was that he was going to this particular event, and he had answered with, Because my sister will probably be there and she shouldn't be.
His ever so kind roommate had then responded, And you're not going because you want to get some action with a girl... and you're sure you're not gay? Heavens, no. Just because Jason didn't find any of the girls at Hogwarts worth getting in a fuss about did not mean, and everyone was suddenly assuming that he would be attracted to someone along the lines of, say, that Ravenclaw one, Charlie Ashwood.
Honestly. The decency - or lack of - of some people. However, he knew that he himself wasn't particularly very sane or stable in the head either, and Jason was instead rolling his eyes, and heading out now to the Room of Requirement. Call him insane, call him stupid, call him an idiot, or call him paranoid (or call him all of those things), but he couldn't care less. Jason was set out to find his sister.
Back at home, where there were no huge raves thrown with alcohol and grinding and the like, he was content with leaving his sister alone. However, here where there were teenagers with hormones that were running amok, Jason was going to drag his sister out of most social events. Including this one. Not that he even knew whether or not she was going, but he assumed so, and that was good enough.
Poor, paranoid Jason.
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"Because... he's my... brother and... he needs to learn... how to... have... fun!" Hailie responded, attempting to hold onto her persistent brother as the two of them headed down the hall toward the Room of Requirement. Yes, they were dragging her brother so that he could get drunk and have fun with the rest of them. Perhaps he'd even meet a girl there, which would be very unlikely, although... well, nothing was impossible, was it? But yes, they /were/ literally dragging him.
Which actually, now that Hailie thought about it, would turn out to be a great feat. "Michael, you weigh a ton," she mumbled, punching him lightly in the arm. Not anything to hurt this magnificent brother of hers, of course, but something to let him know that he was being particularly disagreeable and needed to lighten up.
"I don't want to go," he insisted, already dead set on heading as far away from this certain party as possible. She glared, however, and of course any time Hailie glared was enough to make the victim either a) fall over laughing, or b) shut up. Michael, knowing Hailie, was shutting up, thank goodness. As Aleksandra came back, she attempted tugging him once again, although they didn't make it very far. However, there were just several more feet until they got there...
Then Aleksandra could pace, she decided, and she would keep a hold on this brother of hers. "Trust me. There is nothing better for the soul than to rave like you've never raved before," she told him, shaking her head. Not many people followed Hailie's advice, of course, and she knew that he'd only roll his eyes, but she said this anyways, as they finally arrived at the wall the door would appear.
"Okay. Aleksandra. You pace. Michael... you... stay here and don't try running off." She kept a firm grip on her brother's wrist. Of course the girl knew how to get her way. Years of annoying and tormenting the other Hogwarts students meant that she knew how to pick this up quite well. "Or... or I'll... um... well, I'll do something really bad, I just can't think of anything at the moment."
Oh, smooth, Hailie. Real smooth. Way to scare him.
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Michael had been dragged. He'd been taken from his rightful dormitory by some Slytherin girl that was a friend of Hailie's, and then his sister and Aleksandra had dragged him herre. He had not wanted to come. He had wanted to hole up inside his dormitory and read a book, or do some homework, while everyone else was off getting drunk and sexing up someone that they'd never previously met. That was what the assumption was.
If only this really was the study group that everyone had been using as a cover. He sighed, shaking his head. His sister and her prattling about how he'd have a good time. He was intending to bolt it out of there, actually, as soon as she left, but... well, Hailie was being very stubborn about this, and he doubted he'd have more than two seconds of freedom from her glare.
He had now given up on trying to get free, and was beginning to have to admit that he would have to hide in a corner somewhere and have Firewhiskey shoved down his throat. Then he would get impossibly drunk and be grinding up against some random girl like his sister wanted. Did she honestly want him to be raped?
"Hailie -" he started, although cutting himself off upon realizing that... well, she obviously wasn't going to listen. He wasn't at all nearly as 'dressed up' as he knew several would be, considering he'd been thrown out of the common room. He was therefore in his usual attire, and quite bored standing out there. What was he about to get himself into? [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 16:41:34 GMT -5
Aleksandra willingly dropped the extra weight and began pacing. Suddenly a door appeared. Seh willingly opened it and allowed it to bang against the wall. Unfortunatly the songs were chaing and everyone could tell someone was walking in. She blushed and just walked in, then watched as Hallie dragged Michael in. She listened to some song for a moment ,what was it? She couldn't rememebr, but it kept saying 'Tick Tock'. She looked around and saw Tanner and Marco. She ran over and said," Marco!" and gave her brother a slight hug and then turned to Tanner," Tanner!" She gave him a hug also. She smiled and said," Is this a good party?" She asked and laughed a bit. She moved a piece of curly blonde hair out of her face, so she could see her brother and one of her best friends. She wasn't about to ask about Jake, but she wondered where he was.
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Post by Jason Malfoy on Jun 2, 2007 16:54:02 GMT -5
It wasn't often that there were parties at Hogwarts that Marie-Sarah was invited to. The girl was a just-turned second year, however, and everyone had been saying that everyone was invited, right? Besides, she knew from what people said what would be there, which meant the pint-sized twelve year-old was prepared for anything thrown at her. Just don't accept drinks from anyone and be ready to kick anyone that touches you, someone in her dormitory had told her. Right. She could do that.
In either case, a chance to bug Rory was a chance she was going to take, no matter where it was. Annoying, good-for-nothing older sisters... She sighed, shaking her head. Sarah was not particularly dressed the way most others would be, in simple clothing. However, she was with several of her friends, several second years and and perhaps one or two first years. Nothing more enjoyable than annoying the teenage students of Hogwarts. Absolutely nothing.
She entered the Room of Requirement, grinning. There was Rory. She wasn't yet doing anything, as far as Sarah could tell, but that was about to change, she knew. After all, her sister didn't normally show up for anything for no reason. She was more the type of person to be on the dancefloor soon enough... or so Sarah expected. [/size]
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 2, 2007 17:11:22 GMT -5
Marco was slightly suprised ot see his sister. He smiled and hugged her back, patting her shoulder, "Hey, Sandra," he greeted her, taking a swig of the spiked fruit punch that was laid out on the table. He pushed a blonde curl from his face and poured his sister a cup of punch, holding it out to her. Such a good little brother he was, hm? One glass was enough for his sister, though. He didn't want her getting drunk. Once the glass was safely in her hands, he took another sip of his own and exhaled, the vodka burning his throat. He saw a chick eyeing him and smiled at her. It's he hard slipping away to go grind and flirt, though, his his sister right there. Normally, he wasn't the type of guy to whore himself out of girls. But tonight, he was in need of a little female lovin'; and he was looking good. So why not? Hum.
Tanner had seen Aleksandra coming. He opened his arms for a hug and patted the small of her back, in a friendly way, of course. "Party's alright," he said, tapping the cup of spiked liquid with his fingertips, smiling at her; as gorgeously as he could; which was a gawd d**n gorgeous overload. He finished off the cup and tossed it in to a trashcan that was floating by and nudged Marco, "Let's go grind, hm?" he said, eyeing Aleksandra out of the corner of his eye. Tanner was the normal mysteriously gorgeous boy with the ego. Today he was flirtatious and trying to force himself to not hesitate when it came to any female. Woo.
When the three of them entered the party room, they were loaded with sweaty people and music and enough neon lights to give anyone a seizure. Charlie smiled and adjusted his sunglasses, making it way through the people and to chat with another male. Maybe he could get some action tonight, too. Hopefully Elliot wouldn't be made. Yeah, he loved Elliot, but it wouldn't hurt to have a little fling as you got drunk, right? And maybe some of tne gorgeously straight guys would get so drunk they'd think he was some fo teh female race and try and sex him up. Charlie wouldn't mind that at all. So with a smile, he poured a glass of punch for himself and downed half of it, standing their looked gorgeous for a moment, then going to hit the dancefloor.
Nikki linked arms with Rory and they immediately set off to the dancefloor where all the sweaty orgy people were. All the less populars were on the outside of the groups or lines of grinding people. When you were popular, you were always smashed in the middle, your place certain in the grinding circle/line. This was what Nikki needed right now. With such guy problems; like Elly being gay and Liam not being around lately, she needed a hook-up with some guy. An alcohol. Pushing the bangs from her eyes, she made her way in to a circle. "Woo! Let's get this started!" Nikki said over the music.
Rory was with Nikki, and they were making their way through the dancefloor to school a grinding circle/line. She caught site of Charlie again, and waved her hand to him to catch his eye. When he strolled over she smiled, "C'mon! Let's dance!" Tonight she decided she wasn't going to be so shy as usual. She was going to dance and have fun. So she was the one to make her way in to a grinding line where she saw some familiar people. She watched as Nikki and Charlie joined in, too, positioning themselves and beginning to grind. Of course, Rory was a pretty model. So, guys were treading over. They were one of the longest grinding lines at the moment. She held one of Charlie's hands, who was only a person away from her as she grinded, and smoothed a part of her hair down with her other hand. She prayed for a moment Marie-Sarah didn't show up. Whoever was up in the sky wasn't on her side tonight.
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Post by Jason Malfoy on Jun 2, 2007 17:59:28 GMT -5
Andre was just there. Walking. When he almost stepped on a person for the second time that week. Oh yes. He'd instead stopped himself but knocked into Aleksandra nonetheless, on the way to some tall girl that had been waving over at him. "Er - hey..." d**n. What was with this tendency to run into, or step on the feet of, pretty girls? Not that this mattered to Andre, of course. At least he wasn't lagging off to the side like some, he noted, with a glance over at the Pucey twins.
"I see you decided to come then," he told her with a slight smile, despite the running-into-her and nearly-knocking-her-over part. He glanced over at... whoever was behind her, before casting his gaze back to her. "Enjoying yourself then?" he asked, glancing back over at that girl across the room, to find her with someone else already. Pfft. Slut.
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Marissa's black-painted nails were drumming on a nearby table, as she stood there, one hand on hip, weight leaning on her hand. Dear lord. Where was everyone that she knew? There was sure to be someone interesting there, no? She glanced around, at the mass of people on the dancefloor. Ah. There was someone. Marco something-or-other. Marco Krum, that was right. Ah... well, if no one was going to come over to her as she'd intended, then she'd have to take matters into her own hands.
After all, Gryffindor or not, Marco was hot, and... well, he was hot, and that was honestly all she really needed to know at the moment. Yep, pretty much. Which would completely explain the walking up to some random strange part. "Marco, is it?" Oh no, no proper greeting for Marissa. She despised 'hello's and what-not; why would she greet someone as such?
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"Hello, Rory!" Which annoying younger sister should this be but Marie-Sarah herself, with her little sarcastically happy grin and her hands on her hips. She knew, Rory knew, and... well, everyone else knew, of course, that there was no chance she would be happy to see this older sister of hers.
It was, however, a good day when she was able to bug Rory in the natural teenage climate, as Sarah had learned to call it; a huge rave with blasting music and spiked punch everywhere. None of this seemed to faze the girl, however, as she waved up at the taller figure of her sister, a mischievous hint in her eyes as she grinned.
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"Now, you see, Michael, I don't think you know how to do any of this so I'm going to have to walk you through it. There are three steps to having fun like a /normal/ person should," Hailie informed her brother, her hand clasped firmly around his wrist as she dragged him across the room to the bowl of punch. Catching his far-off look, she rolled her eyes and got him a glass, thrusting it into his hands. "You see, Michael, it's spiked. With alcohol. Which is how people get drunk."
She waited impatiently for a few minutes, and as she watched him robotically set it down, she rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to have to force-feed you this, do I? Fine." Yes, you could force someone to have fun. That was Hailie was intending on doing, and once she'd managed to get the Firewhiskey to slide down his throat uneasily, she'd shoved him into the midst of the crowd, shouting, "Have fun!" over the music.
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What a great day he was having. First, his sister had dragged him out of the comfort of his own bed to come to a rave, then he'd been forced to have this Firewhiskey, and now he'd accidentally knocked... some girl over upon being shoved. Oh my. Oh dear. Now she was drunk and would probably hex him and... oh gosh. He was paranoid.
He shook his head, and glanced down at whoever it was that he'd knocked over. "Erm... sorry... are you okay? That was... my sister. Because apparently... I need to learn how to have fun." He rolled his eyes at how much of an idiot he sounded, and held out a hand to help her up. "Sorry again..."
OOC;; My characters are such losers. Yay. =D [/size]
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 18:12:14 GMT -5
Aleksandra looked at the punch her brother had handed her. She took a drink and as soon as she found out it was spiked grabbed Marco's cup from him and threw it away. She pinched his cheeks," Your to young for alchol." She said and smiled. She noticed someone had walked up to Marco. She always had to be defensive, just like Marco was." Yes, his name is Marco, but he has already promised to dance with someone." She said." Hallie! Over here is Marco." She said, like Hallie had been looking for him.
Aleksandra then noticed Andre. She turned and smiled." Hello Andre. I'm good. This party is awesome." She said and chugged the rest of her punch. She poured herself some more, while Marco was watching, and sipped it." I'm being rude. Andre this is Tanner and Marco." She said and then turned to Tanner and Marco," This is Andre." She said and smiled.
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Post by Jason Malfoy on Jun 2, 2007 18:31:01 GMT -5
"Say what?" Hailie asked with a confused look, walking over but in a slow manner, trying to figure out what was happening. So, who was it that had called her name? It had been Aleksandra, she knew that, but who was with the girl? Erm... Aleksandra's brother who she didn't know the name of - oh, right, she'd just said it; Marco - and... that one Slytherin Woods girl. That was an odd gathering indeed...
"What's happening, huh?" she asked, blinking several times. It wasn't so much that Hailie was... stupid. (Well, yeah, some of it was...) It was moreso, however, that she didn't quite catch things very well. It was a bad habit of hers, yes, and she was completely confused. "Um... hi... Aleksandra, and Marco, and, um... what's-your-name."
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"He? Agreed to dance with... her?" Marissa asked. Her eyes by now, had narrowed in Aleksandra's direction. She didn't like that girl. At all. In either case, she somehow found it very odd that Marco would for some reason dance with Hailie. After all, she actually found the girl rather repulsive - rather loud, the attention span of a three year-old, completely unable to shut up for more than five minutes... and that was all at a glance. Up close, she didn't find the girl attractive either, which also detracted.
"So, what would this be?" she asked, eyes fixed, first on the back of Aleksandra's head, and then at the extremely confused-looking Hailie. "Well?" After no answer came, she 'tut'ed impatiently, rolling her eyes, arms folded crossly. "Ah... well, Aleksandra, is it?" she asked, demanding once more for the girl's attention. "I honestly don't think /anyone/, let alone this brother of yours, would agree to dance with the Pucey girl." That's right. Act like she's not there.
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"Andre nodded, a slight grin at his lips as an acknowledgement, other than his mumbled, "Hey..." He turned back to Aleksandra however, smile once again twitching at his lips. "Is it, now? Intending on dancing at all?" Andre wasn't /thick/, of course. If he wanted something, he knew how to get it. Or at least, he knew how to get something... generally. Honestly, not having known Aleksandra for too long, he knew nothing about her.
Sure, he knew she played Quidditch and that she had a brother named Marco and that she was a seventh year Hufflepuff... Other than that, however, he was completely lost. He didn't actually know what her response would be, although, if it had been most other girls, he was sure that they would have said "yes". However, this /was/ Aleksandra... she didn't strike him to be like most other girls. [/size]
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Post by Jake Creevey on Jun 2, 2007 18:31:08 GMT -5
"PARRTTYYYY!"
Yes, it could have blown the small group of fours cover, but hell, he didn't mind. As long as he could rumble as loud as he wanted when he got their, he would be okay. And luckily, he had smarts (which were usually never used), and he chose to only whisper the word in a rather loud, excited sort of way.
Brushing the strait, messy bangs that hung low over his face out of the way, Erwin's icy blue eyes scanned threw the long corridor that was now pitch black. A large, sheepish grin played on Erwin's slightly freckled cheeks. Yep, today was the day; the party. Some said it would turn out to be just one big orgy, but with all these first and second years rushing in and out, it didn't seem possible. So, Erwin just went to dance and sing and have some fun- no large groups of sex included; or, not that he would predict at the moment.
He was currently skipping threw the halls, rolling on the balls of his feet as he teetered and tottered to the place said to be the Room of Requirement. And, the second happiest person of the four was attached to his side, arm in arm with Erwin Weasley.
Aubrey giggled loudly as she almost swung on Erwin's side; he being rather taller then she was, and more macho. She could feel his muscles flex with excitement, and Aubrey's thin arms were tight with thrill also.
"My gosh!", Aubrey squeaked, her chopped above her shoulder's brown hair hanging loosely around her neck in strait bits. "This is going to be a riot!"
Indeed, it was. And Aubrey McLaggen was dressed for the part too; she wore a short jean skirt, with pink and red daisy's sewn into it's side, a tight, form reveling lavender tank top with a dark jean jacket over top. Yes, it wasn't the best outfit; I, myself, would never wear such, but she liked it, and that was all that mattered.
Elliot Potter, on the other hand, hung to the back of them beside another boy. His hair was dyed black for the night (not permanent, y'know, he used his wand and such), and it brought out his large emerald eyes. Elly never really did want to go to this party, but Aubrey and Erwin had insisted, and dragged him along. Like the other's, he had dressed up, getting word that everyone would be there; including Nikki and Charlie. At the thought of them, he smiled, a slight blush crossing the path of his cheek's. Unlike Erwin, who had only put on a loose Tee and shorts, Elliot had actually tried to look nice. Yes, he wore a very tight black tee, underneath a loose silk black blouse. His jeans were just as dark- just as tight, but the choker around his neck was of lime green. Dark, and then light; Elliot adored it. He hoped everyone else would, and if they didn't... He would probably have to go running to change.
Last but not least among the group was Jake Creevey. With his camera slung around his neck, he strode proudly beside Elliot, clueless to the Potter boy's sexuality or wants for when he got to the party. Jake at first had been so very excited, and he and Tanner Boot had laughed and shouted playfully what all they would do. Then, he got very angry about this social get to gather, and decide upon not going. But Aleksandra had persuaded him, and now he was going, all pretty and such for her eyes to feast upon his glory. He wore a muggle long sleeved shirt, dark green, not to tight nor loose. His jeans were plain and light blue, with rips in the knee's and just ever slightly tight. He wore a warm black Gray jacket, and a pair of chucks.
"This will be great, will it not?" The Slytherin Jake smirked, asking the group around him. The two Gryffindor's ahead grinned and both nodded frantically, giving their bubbly yeses and such. Elly smiled slightly and agreed hopefully, adding the fact he was doubtful that anyone would actually go talk to him. Jake playfully punched Elliot, who laughed, and the four strode into the Room of Requirement after pacing and thinking of how they needed inside.
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 2, 2007 19:00:00 GMT -5
Oh, gawd. There goes his sister, being all protective again. His cup of spiked punch had been discarded from his very own hands, and he'd been pulled away from a pretty blonde girl. Hailie? He barely knew that chick! He had come intending to hook up with a pretty girl and have fun. But with his sister there, it was going to be near impossible. "Sorry about that," he said to Marissa, running a hand over his curly blonde locks and glancing towards his sister, "One moment," He turned at looked at Andre, raising his eyebrows. He plucked the spiked punch from his sister's hands and took a drink, "Now, now, Aleksandra. Cheating on Jake and Tanner with-- Andre, is it?" He smiled smuggly, knowing he had embaressed his sister in return. Such a good little brother he was.
Tanner nodded in greeting to the french kid who had been dubbed the name Andre. He held himself for straight and ran a hand over his short hair. He felt like glaring at that guy. Not only would most girls probably think of Andre as gorgeous, he was taking Aleksandra away. Taking in a deep breath, Tanner tried to focus on something else. He let his eyes wander until he saw Jake stroll in to the Room of Requirement with his lovely camera slung around his neck. He felt his heart clench with anger again; they still hadn't made-up from their fight just a few days back. Tanner's wounds had been healed, though he did have a scar under his eye from where Jake had hit him. It was his battle wound, and once he and Jake where friends again; he would shove that in his face. Yep.
Charlie adjusted his glasses as he grinded against the bunch of people. This was okay. He was having fun. He was having a good time. All he needed was his lovely Elliot and the night would be absolutely perfect. He multitasked; he stood on tip-toe and grinded at the same time, in search for Elly. Spotting the boy; who now had darkier hair, he smiled and dropped down from his tip-toe posture, cupping a hand to his mouth, "ELLY," he shouted with all his might to get his voice over the sound of the music. He could barely hear himself, but you never know. He waved his hand wildly in Elliot's direction to get his attention s he moved his pelvic area back and forth; grinding.
Nikki looked up when she heard the name. Elly. Charlie was gringing against her, thus she was bound to hear what was screamed in her ear. She looked towards the wall where you enter and spotted him; with black hair. She smiled, and nudged against Charlie, a laugh escaping her, "ELLY!" she shouted also, pushing a piece of blonde from her face and waving to the boy. Both of his besties were trying to get his attention, now. He was bound to notice, right? Right. How perfect. She was with her friends, in a giant group of grinding people, music blasting everywhere, and enough neon flashes of light to give someone a seizure.
Rory looked down when she heard the familiar voice. She stopped grinding and such and stared for a moment. She closed her eyes in hope it was just an illusion, and opened them to find that it was indeed her baby sister, Marie-Sarah standing right there, attempting to look demanding with her hands on her hips. Rory placed a hand on her forehead and wiggled away from the grinding line, and closer to the demon child. "Marie-Sarah Amy Davies," she said, hoping she sounded authority-like while saying her sister's full name, "What are you doing here? There's alcohol and...rather sexual people here," she said, motioning to everyone in the room. Uh-oh. Sarah had that look in her eye. Rory sighed and smoothed down her hair, "Please don't ruin my night, you prat," she said, turning on her heel and walking away; hoping to lose her sister for the night.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 19:10:05 GMT -5
Aleksandra whispered to Hailie," Dance with Marco. I trust you, not her." She said and turned back to Marco. She grabbed her cup back and drank what was left. She then narrowed her eyes and said," Last time I checked I wasn't dating Tanner or Jake." She said. She could still feel herself blushing. She turned her attention to the other girl," Don't talk about my friends in front of me." She said coldly. Then in a whisper she added," Stay away from my brother." She looked around the room and saw Jake. She ran over to him and gave him a hug, just like the ones she had given Marco and Tanner." Hey!" She said and began dragging him to meet Andre." Jake this is Andre. Andre this is Jake" She said quickly. She smiled a bit and looked around. There was a lot of people on the dance floor.
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Post by Andre LeCaron on Jun 2, 2007 19:33:17 GMT -5
"But I don't want to -" Hailie cut herself off as Aleksandra turned her attention to the others, and she ended up shaking her head. After glancing over at her own brother, making sure that he was interacting and what-not - only to find, of course, that he was out of sight amidst the crowd - she turned back to Marco, rolling her eyes. Oh, the things that she got herself into...
She sighed, shaking her head. "It's not like the girl can do anything to /hurt/ him, what are you so worried about?" She didn't make any move to do what Aleksandra had said however, shaking her head. "I don't /want/ to dance with your brother," she mumbled to Aleksandra's retreating back. Hell, she hadn't even known his name until a matter of two minutes ago... She had morals, didn't she? Yeah, but it's one dance, it couldn't hurt... Yeah, but she only wants me to so that he doesn't walk off with Marissa. One dance... Okay, she had to stop arguing with herself. Insane much? However, pre-occupied with her mental war, she had just managed not to hear Marissa's comments, or anyone else's for that matter, luckily for Hailie.
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"I'll do what I want, thank you," Marissa replied in an icy tone, her eyes narrowed still. It wasn't as if Aleksandra was her mother, was it? Besides, Marissa never did listen to what her mother said in either case... She sighed, shaking her head. This night would not be a disaster. She wouldn't allow it to be. After all, Marissa had long ago led herself to believe that whatever she said was the truth, and if she said that she was going to dance with Marco, she would dance with Marco.
It was that very simple fact. Aleksandra had no idea who she was talking to, else she wouldn't be speaking to her in such a manner. Marco, on the other hand, seemed willing enough to dance, save the fact that he was busy annoying his sister. And Hailie... Hailie was just standing there being annoying.
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Andre offered Jake the same smile he'd given Tanner and Marco, although... not quite interested in whoever he was being introduced to. He had lost interest moments ago, upon seeing Aubrey walk through the door. Someone he actually knew... erm, well, more than knew, really, considering the night of the ball and all.
Well, someone he could potentially get to grind with him, anyways. "Aubrey!" he called her name across the room, ignoring everyone else there blatantly. After all, he could very well make it seem as if he'd been joking upon asking Aleksandra to dance, could he not? He hadn't known that Aubrey was coming anyways... Well, yes, the girl was a tad strange, but she was nice enough. And rather enthusiastic about saying his name...
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"Not to interrupt the moment, but Hailie, could you point me in the direction of the door?" This was of course, Michael, back with friend Jason, looking to get out. Of course, he wouldn't normally be coming back to ask his sister for the way out, considering she was the one that had demanded that he come in the first place. "Please? Right now?" He normally wouldn't be begging her either, but considering he was in a room with potentially drunk teens (and perhaps even drunk children, considering the kids running around) he didn't actually trust anyone else.
"Say, Hailie..." he started, raising his eyebrows at the group that had gathered. "Since when did you know so many people?"
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Marie-Sarah glared up at her sister, before Rory was walking off, leaving her glaring at her sister's... back. Well, that was nice. She rolled her eyes, following after her. "You act like I don't know that," she murmured. After all, the fact that the punch was spiked, and that everyone was planning to get a tad more intimate, was quite hard to miss. You'd have to be an idiot not to realize - and Sarah was far from an idiot.
"And I'll ruin nights when I want to," she added, nodding briefly. She could at least try sounding important, right? "Oh. And I'm not a prat either." She was not. She absolutely, definitely was not. She was following her sister around just to bug her and perhaps insult her later, but she absolutely was not a prat. Or anything else Rory had ever described her as. [/size]
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