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[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Penelope Hottle
Hogsmeade, Three Broom Sticks. | 10-11 PM | Infuriated |​

Penelope's mood had taken a turn for the better upon interacting with Bella. She thoroughly enjoyed spending time with the blonde. She stopped mid-step, her entire body uncharacteristically coming to a halt. Had she heard what she thougt she heard? Has that disgusting, low-life, scummy Slytherin actually said what she heard? The brunette's blood began to boil and she shot a glare to the boy. Who the hell did he think he was? Mila had every right to wear whatever the hell she wanted. And to think personal dress had anything to do with dignity or intelligence- Penelope was livid! This was exactly the sort of social commentary that pissed her off. That rat faced German had crossed a line; if he thought he could day something so repulsive to Mila, a girl she was great friends with and absolutely adored, and get away with it, he had another thing coming and that thing was going to be Penelope's fist.

Penelope dropped Bella's hand and angrily stormed towards his direction. " 'ey Blutmond, it's a shame you didn't do any growing; your entire dick is still in your personality!" She retorted, taking care not to slur her venomous words because she wanted to be taken seriously. Usually, at this point, she would have pulled out her wand and shot some sort of spell i his direction, but she was much too infuriated to think so logically. She acted like she often acted: impulsively. The petite girl might not have been very tall or very strong, but she had one thing on her side- she was very angry.

When she finally got close enough to the boy who has so strongly offended her, she didn't have so much as a second thought before pulling her arm back and sending her fist towards his stupid face with all the force she had within her. With so much force there were really three ways this could go: ideally for her, she could give him a black eye or something of the sort, ideally for him, he could move out of the way and she would stumble forward because of all her momentum, and in a third scenario, considering both had drunk alcohol recently, there could be a combination of the two in which he moved too, but too slowly, and her fist landed on some other part of his body and she stumbled forward a bit, though not as far as she would if she had totally missed. No matter which direction the confrontation took, Penelope was committed to this hit and was sending all her strength and momentum forward towards Sebastian. Perhaps this would get her kicked out of the Three Broom Sticks, or perhaps one of their friends would intervene after their little confrontation to make sure it didn't go further. All in all, the angry Hufflepuff hadn't really considered any consequences before initiating the conflict.

 

[fancries1]

Belladonna Coben​

Belladonna stood up the moment Val decided to blow their cover and defend Mila from... herself? Val often played the role of the overprotective brother, especially with his gullible and innocent half-veela friend, Mila. Seeing her pissed-drunk in a bar surrounded by horrible people must've been too much for Val, even if the only horrible people who would harm Mila were his best friends. She herself thought this overbearing side of his was quite useless, why take care of a grown teenager who was surrounded by friends and out of harms way? Yet she remained silent. Waiting to see the reactions of Mila's companions. What Val had done was incredibly risky. Now if anyone from the other group was caught by the teachers once they snuck back inside the castle, they could easily tell McGonagall the Silver Trio had escaped the school as well, and they even had witnesses. The Slytherin beauty suddenly regretted not telling her roommates to cover for her in case anything went wrong but it probably wouldn't have done her any good. Slytherins stick together, no matter what. The students who proudly called themselves Slytherins were part of a school that despised them for their cunning personalities and actions of other students and often found themselves trusting no one but their fellow snakes. However, there were times when their ambition had gotten in the way of their loyalty, and she could think of a few girls who wouldn't mind acting as the little bird who told everyone secrets just to see the Queen of Slytherin fall from grace. Still, having someone who she could trust back home would've been comforting now that Val had ruined her clever disguise.

"I suppose there's no reason to keep this on," she commented, discarding her Hogwarts robe and pulling down the white sleeves of her shirt to cover the large werewolf bite on her left arm. While not as good as using a bandage (if someone pulled up her sleeve or it ripped apart it would be disastrous), sleeves covered her scar well enough. Anything was better than potions and make up - something she used for fancy parties and was quite painful and uncomfortable. The painful truth of fashion.

She grabbed her second shot of firewhisky and placed it against her pink lips, managing to have a small sip of the burning liquid before a hard object collided against herself, making her spill the drink over her neck and chest. Ignoring the uncomfortable burning sensation on her skin, she forced herself to look down at whoever had been stupid enough to hug her without her permission. The only ones allowed to to that were her friends, her brother, and the occasional lover she shared a bed with every now and then. When she looked down, she received the most pleasant surprise in the whole world. Her heart swelled and she felt her cheeks turning red as she softly stroked the girl's chocolate hair with one hand and her back with the other. The butterflies in her stomach made her sigh as she pulled the girl closer, if such a thing was even possible.

"Well, someone's missed me," she commented dryly, trying not to show how strongly she felt for the girl despite it being obvious with her red cheeks and glowing face. "It wouldn't have felt like such a bloody long time if you replied to my owls! Don't tell me the mail was too crowded for my messages to come through."

And she would know about crowded mail. Maybe, just maybe, there was the slight possibility that Bella had taken it to the extreme when it came to owling Pene. First one message a day, then two, then five, then she started sending anonymous messages with different owls to make sure she was dead and not just ignoring her. There was the slight chance she might've gotten the wrong address, or Penelope was simply too busy to reply, but she still felt hurt that her future wife wouldn't take a second of her time to reply. "You owe me big time, Miss Penelope. You should join me in the Slytherin common room someday, to discuss your punishment. Don't worry though, I'll probably just use you as a target for dueling practice."

Despite her flirting, Penelope still wanted her to join her friend's table, while all Belladonna wanted to do was join her in a room upstairs. Not many Hufflepuffs invited her to sit with them and their Gryffindor friends (in fact, Penelope was the first) but she didn't decline. Belladonna was a person who always had, and always will but herself before others, yet she felt obligated to make Penelope happy. Perhaps it was because of that beautiful and happy expression that beamed up at her and make her cold heart feel warmer than ever. Maybe she just wanted a good shag and felt that making her happy was the only way that would ever happen. Regardless of the reason behind her actions, she still let Penelope drag her to their table.

"What a coincidence, huh?" The blonde commented upon reaching the table, not focusing on the other students and placing all of her attention on Penelope and the large amount of skin she was showing.

"That's... a very beautiful top, Pene. You should wear it around school more often. It certainly suits you more than those medieval Hufflepuff robes," Belladonna simply wouldn't stop complimenting the girl. She knew girls liked compliments and those were easily the ticket to a ladies affections. Hopefully Penelope wouldn't be as demanding as she was, or she was going to need a crap more of dates and money to get her to marry her and rule the Wizarding World together. Not exactly the fairy tale ending most teenagers wanted, but she knew it was the one she was born for.

Her shameless flirting and chatting didn't distract her from Seb's horrible commentary regarding Mila's breasts. I was like the whole pub had heard him, and the others certainly didn't look happy. Hell, this was her best friend insulting a girl she didn't even talk to and even she was mad at him. After being Seb's friend for so many years, one gets used to his offensive and perverted comments, and she usually encouraged the harsh treatment of girls who'd dared to get in the way of the Silver Trio. Yet Mila hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, she was probably the most innocent person in the whole school - something most students were incapable of after the Battle of Hogwarts. Seeing Sebastian degrade Mila in such a horrible way was like seeing an adult steal a toddler's favourite toy; cold, cruel, and uncalled for.

She tried to hold Penelope back when she went to confront Seb, she really did. But the witch had easily escaped from her firm grasp and done what everyone else was thinking of doing despite not having the courage to go on with the act. The impact of Penelope's punch made such a hard sound she almost felt bad for Seb. Almost. Instead, she feared for Penelope's safety. As someone who'd duelled Seb, she knew how capable he was of delivering some rather good hexes and curses to get out of any situation. Even if Penelope could duel him, she wasn't going to stand around being useless and let her friend hurt Penelope. Belladonna quickly retrieved her wand from the wand holster strapped to her belt and ran to stand besides Sebastian.

"Sebastian Blutmond, if you even think about harming Penelope in any way I will use so many cruciatus curses you'll wish I'd thrown you to Val's duck pond, understand?" The girl exclaimed, pressing the tip of her wand against Seb's head and grabbing the back of his collar. It wasn't an action she was proud of, and she definitely didn't want to use the cruciatus curse against her friend, but Penelope was in danger and she couldn't afford to lose the first person she truly cared for in a romantic way. "I know you, Seb. I know you're smart enough to know you're clearly outmatched here. I know you wont apologise, so how about you simply go back to our table, give Val and I a second to gather our things and go back to the castle before things get out of hand and you join your uncles in Azkaban."

s e v e n Sadistic Sweetheart

Mentioned:
Finalizer teenage witch Aster

 

[Aster]

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THE TROUBLEMAKER // GRYFFINDOR

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While Keith had half expected Aivree to get up to possibly start a physical fight with the well-deserving Slytherin snake (granted that she's sober enough to stand), he certainly had not regarded the possibility that friendly Penelope would be the one to initiate it instead. Before he or anyone else could react, the brunette had stomped herself daringly over, a small falter in her angry march, and thrown all her body weight into one sloppy punch.

Keith winced, failing to see where it had made impact but from the sound alone, he could tell it was no soft blow. He whistled lowly, knowing that the punch had most likely caused a scene inside the Inn. If it went on any longer, they were to sure to get kicked out; however, getting kicked out was the least of his worries. It was being caught and reported which concerned the brunet male.

With the attention shifted elsewhere (something which was mildly agitating, especially for one who enjoyed basking in the spotlight), Keith contemplated on whether he should do something. His better judgement told him he should never get involved with girl fights (fyi: yes, he considers Sebastian a girl lol), particularly because he'd never hear the end of it if he chose to join the "wrong" side; but this was Penelope, his close friend since 3rd year. Having first hand experience at how horrible Sebastian's hexes were, there was no way he was just going to sit by and let innocent Penny suffer the same fate.

Before the male could even get up however, someone had already beaten him to the cut. He blinked, stunned in place by the second surprise which took place. Never would he have thought that Belladonna would turn on Sebastian for Penelope's sake. (A part of him noted that maybe she wasn't so bad after all).

Still up on his feet, Keith walked over to the two, helping Penelope to a stand and quietly asking if she was alright. After confirming that she was, with Bella still holding Sebastian at wand-point, Keith took the liberty to fish Sebastian's wand from his robe's pockets. He of all people knew that without it, the pureblood was near helpless. A smug smirk was on his face as his eye made contact with his arch-nemesis. "You picked the wrong crowd to fight with, Blutmond. No one. Insults. Mila." His eyes darkened to something akin to anger as his voice hardened at each word. Keith never used one's name but when he did, it was almost frightening.

Not wanting to make a bigger scene out of things, the male forced a smile and turned to the curious on-lookers. "Nothing to see here folks! Simba, catch." Keith said, tossing Sebastian's wand over to Valerius. He was sure the pureblood would be less angered to see it in someone else's hands.

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Interactions: Sebastian @_707_ Valerius Finalizer Penelope @Sadistic Sweetheart
Mentions: Aivree @Sasil Mila teenage witch Belladonna @thefan1

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[Finalizer]

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hogsmeade — the three broomsticksx.​

“SAY THAT AGAIN, I DARE YOU. I FUCKING DARE YOU.”

The words came flying out unbidden, and for a moment, all Valerius could taste was the bitterness of rage.

Of course, Blutmond just had to ruin everything.

Only moments ago he had stood, still fretting over the drunken Veela and with a glare aimed for Anderson—just about ready to chew the Gryffindor out for gracing him with yet another of those disparaging names of his that Val so clearly loathed. He was having a good night.

And then Sebastian—that fucking worm—just had to open his fucking mouth, and before Val knew it, his wand was in his hands; clutched between fingers shaking in concordance with his rapidly crumbling restraint.

It came, as with all the unspoken rules of their friendship, that Mila was strictly off-limits. He’d always known Sebastian to be something of a loose cannon, but for him to trample over that rule in such a shameless and frankly repugnant manner came as a personal blow not only for Val’s ego, but with respect for their friendship as well.

To say Val was angry is an understatement.

This wasn’t anger. This was betrayal. This was single-minded rage.

A spell formed itself on the tip of his tongue—one that promised pain, suffering; echoes of the brunet’s anguish. His lips parted, just as his shoulders tensed and his fingers ceased its wavering.

But before the spell could be cast, Blutmond’s head snapped back with a sickening thwack, and Val lowered his wand arm, suddenly rendered speechless.

It seemed that Penelope—dear, sweet, Hufflepuff Penelope—had just punched Sebastian Blutmond in the face. And some other part of his body.

Valerius blinked.

The fury that had pervaded his psyche only moment ago had…vanished somehow. Replaced by confusion, and maybe even a hint of awe? The feeling was only amplified when Belladonna came swooping towards the two, defending Hottle for some reason. Not that Val minded. In fact, he rather enjoyed the little barb about his duck pond. But still. Hottle? Really? Val decided to file it away for later. He wasn’t going to let this go, no. Definitely not. And he had a feeling it was going to make for a rather…interesting…conversation should it ever come up.

With Sebastian held practically at wandpoint, Val watched, still irate, as Anderson came sauntering towards him. Of course. Trust Anderson to drag himself into the frame at the last minute. Always pushing his presence wherever it wasn’t wanted—or needed, in this case. Not even his rather belated defense of Mila could soften Val’s opinion of him. And again with the stupid nicknames. What the fuck was a ‘Simba’, anyway? Some muggle-related bullshit, he supposed. How idiotic.

He caught Sebastian’s wand with a look—or rather, a glare—and it moved to hover just beside his head.

“I’m not leaving.” Val answered Bella, deciding not to bother gracing Anderson with a response. His tone was steel. “I’ve got…babysitting…to do.” The bitterness in his voice remained, but his eyes at least softened a fraction as he turned towards Mila. If he were lucky, she wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning. But still, his heart ached for her.

“Are you all right?” He asked, “Blutmond’s a fucking prat, okay. And just like you, he can’t really handle his liquor.” Val sneered, shooting Sebastian a dark look over his shoulder. “Just try to forget what he said. None of it’s true.”

He paused, reluctance and guilt warring over his features for a moment. And then he sighed, shoulders sagging a fraction as he forced a small smile.

“And yes, I do like your top.”

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INTERACTIONS— s e v e n fancries1 Aster teenage witch // MENTIONS— Sadistic Sweetheart

 

[teenage witch]

MILA 'THE VEELA' SLUTHERLAND
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"Yes, we did order alcohol! We can get some more! For you, I mean, not for us," Mila smiled at Keith and paused, looking down at the glass she had just set down, "Well, maybe one or two more for us." It was shaping up to be a great night, especially now that the others were arriving to complete the group; Val appearing had been like the cherry on top. Well, almost, because despite her promises to herself to forget about it she couldn't help but have the image of one more person in the back of her mind. Perhaps she was some sort of psychic because no sooner did she think of him, she heard his voice clear as day.

Slutherland.
Even through the veil of alcohol everything Sebastian said to her registered in her mind. He might as well have calmly walked over and punched her hard in the stomach, because even though he hadn't touched her it wasn't as if somebody had knocked all the air out of her lungs. Her cheeks burned bright red, and not just from alcohol or Penelope's sweet words, but from raw embarrassment. Had everyone around them heard? It sure felt like it. Worst of all was the fact that no mater how hard she tried she couldn't formulate any sort of comeback, she had nothing to defend herself with, just stood there beside Val with her cheeks flushed pink and her hands clenched beside her bare thighs. How strange it was that for a while she'd been hoping he would look her way, acknowledge her at least, and now that he was speaking directly to her she was wishing that his eyes were directed somewhere else, that his words were meant for anyone but her.

Everything that happened next happened to fast for Mila to react to and stopped. Penelope was up in a flash, with her pretty eyes ablaze. Her quick comment almost elicited a disbelieving giggle from Mila but the giggle never came, replaced by a gasp as the fist connected with Sebastian's face. Next came a neither girl who Mila recognised as Bella, another Slytherin, one of Val's friends, the pretty one with fair hair. She grabbed Sebastian by the collar and pressed her wand to his head, a threat, and what seemed to be a very real one.

No-one insults Mila.
Keith's words sent another rush of blood to her cheeks, but this time the cause was positive-- bless her, she was so touched that everyone had jumped up to defend her that she just couldn't handle it. Her fists unclenched just before her fingernails broke the skin of her palms, leaving a few red crescent shaped marks but nothing long lasting. The defence had given her newfound courage and she drew herself up, raised her chin, and her lips parted as though she was actually going to address Seb herself. Suddenly she frowned, wrinkled her nose, and then narrowed her eyes -- something very uncommon for her -- before simply smiling instead and turning back to face Val. There was no need for her to speak to Sebastian. Surely she had wasted enough time on him already.

"Thank you," Mila murmured, resting her palm on Val's forearm in an affectionate gesture that also doubled to give her stability, as he returned latest shot appeared to be kicking in. She smiled upset him, a genuine smile that she'd also direct at the others later because they had helped her, supported her, and that was how she knew they were really her friends. In the events that'd just unfolded she had all but forgotten about her clothes, but glanced down when Val finally replied to her question about them and grinned again. "Good, I hoped you would. Do you want another drink?" As she asked the question she looked around at the table as a whole, taking a couple of steps to grab her purse and narrowly missing tripping over her own leg.
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[ArtisticVicu]

Sixth Year | Phyrun Dalca | Ravenclaw
Location: The Three Broomsticks | Time: late​

He frowned down at his drink, disappointed to find that it was empty. A part of him was tempted to indulge in some alcohol himself but he had made a promise to his dad. Currently regretting that decision in the short term, Phyrun stood up and started for the bar. He passed the tables just as Sutherland asked if anyone wanted another drink. At least, it sounded as a general question to the group. Phyrun regretted the choice to pass the table but it wasn't like he had much choice. He'd rather pass closer to his fellow students rather than strangers that were more likely to pickpocket him as he passed.

Didn't help that he was overly curious about what was going on but didn't want to be involved. Information was valuable and sometime having an unknown hand above the rest tends to come in handy.

His luck would have it, though, that he's passing during a lull in the conversation. Maybe on the way back the conversation would have something to note?

He started fishing the required coins as he approached the counter.

 

[s e v e n]

Sebastian Blutmond
Slytherin // Sixth Year

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A punch from that one midget friend of Keith's would be uncalled for, yet completely expected. That girl was hotheaded enough he could use her head as a stove. But a punch from Mila's friend (whose name he could even barely remember) was as unlikely as Val making out with a girl. The male staggered back, nearly tripping over and falling if a clutch on a random visitor's table hadn't saved him from any further humiliation than literally being beaten up by a Hufflepuff girl. It definitely had caught him by surprise because the first few seconds, he was far too stunned to move. As realization strikes him, Sebastian narrowed his eyes, casting a glare at the brunette that could've set the inn on fire if done too long.

"You bitch," he spat the words out as though they were acid. "How dare you treat me with such disrespect. Know your place, filth. Or can't you comprehend that much with that pathetic little brain of yours?" Sebastian scrunched up his nose, looking at her as if she has as much worth as the back of someone's boot. Or even lower.

Observing her, tilting his head to the side in the way a snake watches its prey, the male let out a demeaning scoff. "I know you," he said, though he was pretty sure there was as much as seventy percent chance he was going to mess things up. "One of Slutherland's friend. The one that runs around being her shadow, or more like her pet bitch. You're the one with the drug-addict muggle father aren't you?" He said, then furrowed his brows. "No no, that wasn't it. The one with..." Sebastian snapped his fingers. "The wacko of a mother?" He laughed and shook his head. "Stupid whore. Got her worth. Tortured by the ministry, I heard? Father told me. If only she got more brain capacity to actually cooperate...well, now we know where you've got that shrimp head of yours. Too bad," he grinned. "You're just going to reach the same fate-"

Before he could reach for his wand, he felt a nudge at the back of his head. He froze immediately, recognizing the owner of the voice instantly, the accentuation he knew just as familiar as the back of his own hand. Sebastian lets out a sigh, his fingers only hovering above the hilt of his wand. He would like to say that the platinum haired girl wouldn't have risked it, using the unforgivable curse so lightly even when knowing that she could get expelled. Knowing her, however, it is entirely possible with Belladonna Coben.

"Oh dear me, Bella," he said in a drawling tone, lazily looking over to her by his shoulder. He did have to admit, though, the comment about the duck pond made him almost shiver, somehow even more than the idea of Cruciatus curse. Almost. It took extreme will-power to keep his compose."You should put that little bitch of yours in a leash. They're getting way out of control. I would contact the creature pound, if I were you. Or at least chain her to the Whomping Willow." He smirked, drifting his gaze towards Val. "Your little Hufflepuff friend can join too. I bet she would happily serve as a decent motivation for endangered creatures to breed." He turned away, not wanting to argue with Val and Bella as of the moment. Let's just say that they would be dealing with an extra salty Sebastian on the next morning. Turning their backs on him! How dare they.

Suddenly. he felt a light whoosh beneath his robes. Quickly turning to the side, he found the most unpleasant of faces. Keith Anderson. The name itself boils up a swelling rage beneath him, along with utter disgust. If only the night wasn't bad enough, the queen just had to make his appearance on the dénouement, adding the sprinkles to the pile of shit. And from all the things he could have taken, he had taken the wand. Of course, there was wandless spells. Spending so much time with magic allowed him to learn that much, surpassing most of the students. But of course, that came with a price. And that price was this.

Sebastian cursed himself silently. How could he be so careless? And judging by the sight of things, there was no way Val was going to return the wand to him. At least not now. And fighting him hand-to-hand into it is simply useless, being friends with the boy for years had taught him that much. As much as he hated to admit it, he was useless hand-to-hand. Of course, Keith knew that much. Which was why he found himself defenseless as of the moment. Wandless magic could never be as powerful as wand-wielding spells. In order to retain his dignity, Sebastian shifted his attention towards Keith. Even with his malicious grin, his expression remained as bitter.

"Fancy seeing you here, Anderson. I see that the months of holiday hadn't relieve any of your brain cells? Must be hard living with that brain..." he wrinkled his nose in disgust as he added. "And that face."

He shifted his eyes to the people next to him and nodded in a mock curtsy. "Bottle-dye Monroe." He regarded, drifting his gaze across the table...completely overlooking the third member of the group on purpose. "Still can't find the drag-queen house elf..." He scoffed, finally shifting his attention to Aivree before adding. "At least house elves worth more than you filthy mudbloods. Consider it a compliment from yours truly. You should be flattered I even bothered tainting my eyesight by briefly glancing at your kind. Or even breathe the same air, I'm surprised I haven't caught dragon pox yet."

At this point, he finally reverted his gaze back to Keith, his lips still curled into a grin though his eyes were blank. "I do apologize, I can't deal with your shit today. Approach me on other days when you finally decide to melt your extra inches into brain cells or days that I care."

Sebastian took a brief look around him, scanning the surroundings of the bar before shooting his attention back to Keith, his eyes planted firmly on him. "Oppugno," he said, letting empty and half-empty glasses of butterbeer fly towards Keith's direction. At the same time, he even bothered to send a mock wink towards Mila's direction. Before he disappeared.

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Interactions: Sadistic Sweetheart Aster Doubt Sasil teenage witch Finalizer​

 

[Sasil]

AIVREE LANZONE​

While Aivree wanted to say her name when it was obviously forgotten by the already tipsy Mila, Penelope came to the rescue for her. Normally Aivree might have been a little upset about being forgotten or something along those lines now, taking a gander at the two girls she knew better to think that. Both girls seemed to be unable to hold their alcohol, while Aivree being the age she was shouldn’t have mastered the skill, she could drink a lot before really feeling the effects. Probably due to her drinking it during the summer.

Shrugging at the thought she downed her last shot calling it quiets there. Perhaps a butterbeer would be better know. Though the group was slowly starting to trickle in from sneaking out of there beds. “Don’t blame you, do be careful with the stuff. Don’t want anyone doing anything they may regret on the first day back to school, right?” she chuckled. An awkward chuckle that she normally did when she felt out of place, while it wasn’t like these people where strangers she wasn’t the one they knew the best and she didn’t know them.

After all, she hung out alone and did her own work on things. While the awkwardness almost had Aivree, the tough girl of the century wanting to flee, the soft touch of Fluff pressing against her back had to calm her breathing. Nope, she would be good now. Specially with the sudden bit of rage that came when she saw a certain Slytherin trio come bonding into the Three Broomsticks like they owned the place. That awkward feeling disappeared, and was replaced with the rage of seeing the dick. Val and Bella weren’t to bad, she hardly knew them all that well but the one she knew better then the others.

Only good thing about him, no more fear. That was replaced with the blissful memory of how her fist felt hitting his perfect jaw sending him off to think about what he had done.

A great memory, rivaled almost the time she had seen a real niffler. But Nifflers where cute, Sebastian? He reminded her of warthog or cactus. Pretty to look at but had a bite that you could never get over.

“Quinn should be behind me, we split to make sure we didn’t draw to much attention to ourselves.” Aivree explained to the girls just as Quinn seemed to appear out of nowhere and join the rather large group now. Aivree sipped the last of her drink. While she wanted more, she decided then that it was better to not. Specially with the new arrivals probably keen on making trouble, any kind of trouble would mean she would have to be a little sober.

With the little she had in the past few minutes she wasn’t worried though. High tolerance and all. “You missed the first few drinks, don’t worry there’s still some left around here.” Aivree joked leaning her head down once more on her arms.

Her eyes then were directed to the small commotion that had been happening before her. While she was going to intervene, after all if Sebastian was going to a be a little pansy she should throw her two sense in but, Penelope seemed to beat her to the punch. Literally.

A good one at that, Aivree was slightly proud of the Hufflepuffs form. “Good hit!” Aivree roared clapping at the scene. The others in the Inn seemed to be watching, waiting for more commotion, the man behind the bar was less then impressed. If anything, else happened they would be kicked out. Aivree was sure of it. “Hit him again!”

Sadly, Keith came to push the fight aside, he was always good at calming a situation or at least defusing it for a short time period. Probably wanted a bit of attention on himself. But who knew with that boy sometimes.

With the excitement done mostly Aivree was going to turn back to enjoy the rest of the evening, she hoped the trio would leave the group alone, Sebastian for sure. But like always he had to get the last word in.

He always had to get the last word in.

Her nostrils flared. What was this guys problem? Her stomach churned with anger, she sat up quickly pushing the chair behind her. Perhaps, the few drinks she had ingested had taken a bit more then she had first realized, or it was just Aivree in general. Thinking before speaking was something she had been quiet known for.

“You really have some issues don’t you Buttmund? Not get enough love from the family this summer? Poor little damsel, feel sorry for you almost don’t want to punch you in the face. Ahh, but seems like you already have a nice shiner appearing. Maybe next time.” Aivree sneered drying crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at the man. It was taking all her strength to go after him, if she just been a little faster she would have tackled and really let him have it—But he was gone pretty quickly.

Not before a sudden movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. Cursing lightly under her breath, Aivree quickly took her wand out casting the first spell in her mind to cause the glass to break spilling the contents on the ground. Flinching, she tucked it back in her jacket. “Whoops…Sorry guys.” She murmured.

Mentally, she patted herself on the back. She had preformed the spell with ease, sure the glass broke but that was what she had attended in the first place anyways.

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Keith should've known better. ​

Any normal person would have salvaged whatever pride they had lost and left with their friend calmly. Possible muttering and cursing, threats of future vengeance leaving their mouth would have been expected, but one could always trust Sebastian Blutmond to rise above normal expectations to deliver an extra dose of assholery. Sometimes, Keith couldn't tell if the male was just gutsy or brainless, but what he did know was that his comment had landed him in the top most hated student in Hogwarts. (Although technically he already was but having pissed off two of his loyal friends all in one sitting? That wasn't coincidence, that's pure talent.)

He rolled his eyes, turning his back on the Slytherin when the familiar crude comments were thrown in his direction. "His insults are lack-luster," was the one thought allowed to drift through his mind before the pureblood's fury of words bounced off him.

"Simba's right. Everyone knows Buttmond's mouth is like the urinals found in the boy's bathroom," Keith said, returning to join Mila's table. "But hey, let's not worry about shit anymore. I vote yes on more drinks." A grin sprawled on as verdant eyes met down at Val. "You are joining us right? Drinks on me if you are." There was something tempting in the way Keith looked at him; body leaning, eyes twinkling, smile challenging. Before Val could answer however, Keith forced himself to tear away, slinging an arm over Phyrun who had walked by.

"Haha just kidding. I didn't bring my wallet tonight so Runny, please do the honors," he joked, escaping the atmosphere he created. Following Phyrun to the counter, Keith removed his arm from the Ravenclaw, deciding instead to tuck his hands in his pockets. "Have you seen Killi and Oli? You don't think they left without us do you?" Keith wrinkled his nose, feeling frankly concerned. Sure, Oliver was known to be more of the nag but he never left without a word's notice. Perhaps he was in the loo, or maybe opted to go back to Hogwarts to use the bathrooms there. Merlin knows that male is a neat freak and a dirty bathroom may just be the death of him.

(^ This is all happening as Sebastian's talking. As you can see, Keith clearly doesn't give a shit at this point until...) The mention of his friends' names lassoed the male's attention back. Head whipping back, green eyes narrowed in a scowl which said, "Oh, you're still here?" Fingers clenched into a fist and before Keith could take notice of his actions, he was already moving towards Sebastian. Drawing his wand from his pocket, the male had intended to blast the first spell which came to mind. A simple word and an unexpected assault of glass bottles easily broke that determined concentration.

"Reducto!" he cast on reflex, exploding a good three glasses before they could reach him. The glass and its contents shattered, causing a light downfall of harmful shards. Turning his face away, a sizable mug smacked him hard in his right temple, causing him to stumble back. Losing balance, Keith landed ungracefully on his bottom, but in doing so, dodged the last remaining glasses hurled at him. Another glass shattered above head and the sound of Aivree's voice was indication that the female had the same reaction as he did.

"Blutmond! I'm going to ki--" his words were unfinished and even if they were, Sebastian had long left to hear them. Getting to his feet, he was met with a very angry, very red-faced innkeeper.

"Get. OUT."

And just like that, Keith had his ass kicked out of the inn faster than one could say 'butterbeer'.

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Sixth Year | Phyrun Dalca | Ravenclaw
Location: The Three Broomsticks | Time: really late​

Phyrun paid the bartender for the butterbeer set before him as Keith appeared at his side. Phyrun looked at him before glancing around. "I haven't seen Oliver since dinner and Falkenhausten had been here briefly. We arrived together." He shrugged focusing back on Keith. "Honestly, Anderson, I am not..."

The Gryffindor stormed off and Phyrun picked up his butterbeer, turning to watch the chaos. "...either of their keepers," he muttered, finishing his sentence as he took a long drink. Glad he had passed the group when he had. He quickly - and discretely - pulled out his wand and cast two charms, a shield charm and a notice-me-not charm, one of his own making. He glanced around, taking in the reactions from the other patrons to the commotion and shook his head. The group was drawing too much attention and Phyrun wanted no part of it.

Deciding it was the best time to make a retreat, he finished off the butterbeer quickly and placed the empty cup onto the counter along with a couple of extra coins in order to sooth the part of him that was ashamed to be associated with the group at the table, even if it wasn't much of an association. He crossed the room just as the innkeeper made their way to Keith and grabbed his heavy cloak. He was pulling it on as Keith was kicked out and, deeming the danger having passed, dropped the shield charm. He'd drop the notice-me-not charm as soon as he was outside.

A thought came to mind and he made his way out the front door, stepping up to Keith's side outside the Three Broomsticks, dropping his final charm as he commented, "I'm surprised more of you didn't get kicked out."

He glanced about, not caring to focus heavily on Keith. There wasn't much still open at this time of night, sadly, but Phyrun was quite content with just returning to the castle. He watched his breath drift along the wind before he sighed and turned his gaze back to Keith. "I'm trekking back to the castle. Feel free to join me."

He started walking, not planning on waiting. He wasn't keen getting caught with more of the group. In all honesty, while he had watched the situation go down, he hadn't overly understood what had happened. Probably hadn't helped that he had been mildly distracted by Keith's question and handling the bartender, though the latter was not overly difficult and would not have caused much of a distraction to begin with. He was hoping the Gryffindor would follow so that he could egg the other into spilling what had happened. Information was important, after all. Especially in a school like theirs where rumors were rampant and knowing the truth behind them even harder to discern.

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Penelope Hottle
Hogsmeade, The Three Broomsticks | 10-11 PM | Ouch.
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Ouch. Penelope hadn't expected the punch to hurt her hand quite so much. It seemed that Sebastian had a very strong jaw bone, but judging by the fact that he staggered back and had to hold onto another table, it seemed that she had a pretty strong punch. She shook her hand out, swearing under her breath. She could feel it pulsing, but at least she knew she'd made an impact. She was grateful for Keith's help to get her back to a solid standing position. Besides her throbbing hand, she was alright- which was weird because considering she just punched a guy she really shouldn't have been; where was the backlash? The girl lifted her head up, confused as to why there wasn't some sort of spell or a first aimed at her. Her heart warmed when she saw Belladonna with her wand at the back of her friend's head. She mouthed a 'thank you' to the girl.

When Sebastian started spouting rude things about her, all Penelope did was roll her eyes in response. His words were absolutely awful, but she didn't put any stock or value into them. He could call her whatever the hell he wanted, but she wasn't the one who'd just gotten punched in the face by a 5 foot 5 girl. But at the mention of her mother, the Hufflepuff's entire demeanor changed, going from one of annoyance to deep resentment. If her blood hadn't been boiling before, it definitely was now. How dare he say anything about her mother? She didn't care about whatever he called her; that would require valuing his opinion about her, and she really didn't, but her mother was off limits. "Why you little cockroach faced twat 'ow dare you say anyt'ing about my mother! At least I have a mother, hell, a family- yours could care less about you! 'ey're all rotting in Azkaban!" She was furious, but her hand was in no shape to throw another solid punch and she doubted she'd get away unscathed, even with him being disarmed. She was proven right when, before leaving, he sent glasses flying in Keith's direction. Aiv and Keith both cast spells whereas Penelope just put her arms up to protect herself. When she lowered them back down, Sebastian had disappeared. Consequentially, Keith was kicked out as well, which put a damper on things.

"What an ass!" Pen exclaimed when Sebastian left. She couldn't imagine how someone could just be so horrible to other people. What kind of lowlife scum got off on this kind of thing? He made the rest of the Slytherin house look like good samaritans! Her focus shifted to the gorgeous platinum haired Slytherin. "Thanks for the help there. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be spending any time in the Slytherin dorm with you as long as he's there," she teased, feigning an apologetic tone. She turned her attention then to Mila. "You alright? Zat was so uncalled for," she checked in with the girl who'd been the subject of Sebastian's asshole-ry. She plopped down into a neaby chair and tried to run her fingers through her hair, but stopped midmotion due to the pain in her hand. "Anyone know any good healing spells for my hand?" She asked, in a lighter tone than before, trying to somewhat shift the conversation from how much of an ass Sebastian was and simultaneously searching for a method to get relief.

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Belladonna Coben

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The heated discourse continued with the amount of anger Belladonna expected from the rest of the group. Deadly insults flew around in the unfriendly atmosphere, each person focused on defeating the enemy and every word more harmful than the last. It was an unfair battle and poor Sebastian was clearly outmatched. As every second passed, it became clearer who destiny had chosen as this fight's loser. Belladonna knew her friend well, and someone as proud and mighty as Sebastian Blutmond would not let this defeat go easily. Her grip on his collar tightened, mostly due to her anger as he cursed Penelope and her drug-crazed mother. Had it been anyone but Seb, Belladonna would've had him begging for his pathetic life as she used heating spells to boil his blood. Her savage desire for violence was not strong enough to make her hurt one of her best friends, though. While Seb was an complete ass, he was her complete ass, and no matter how strongly she felt for Penelope - Slytherins would always stick together. Thus, Belladonna remained quiet and slowly began lowering her wand and bringing the hand grabbing his collar retreat. It didn't take long for him to make his dramatic exit, and cause a bit of mayhem in the process, of course.

Fortunately, she'd been sitting right behind her friend when he sent the glasses towards Keith and his friends. The Slytherin student was able to bite her tongue and keep her composture as the glasses either hit their target or shattered due to Anderson's spell. Yet, the laughter escaped freely from her pink lips as he was kicked out of the bar by the owner. To watch the Gryffindors fail was every Slytherin's dream come true - seeing them be treated like nothing but trash was a well-received bonus, too.

The bartender she'd been flirting with gave her a nervous look - almost as if this were the first time he'd witnessed a fight in the bar. Her emerald eyes rolled to the side as the man approached her. Just another obstacle before she could check on Penelope - maybe see if she was interested in a romantic evening in the Slytherin common room.

"Y-you wouldn't happen to know that- that man? Because if you do I'll- I'll have to-" The poor man stuttered. The looks he was giving the man who'd thrown Anderson out made it clear his job was on the line.

"Forgive me, darling, but my memory's a bit... off. Tell you what, you bring me another nice, big bottle of firewhisky and my head might just clear up enough to tell you wether I know the guy or not," Belladonna suggested with a devilish smile.

Instead of getting a reply out of the bartender, she was met with nothing but the most horrible, disrespectful behaviour she'd recieved from someone who wasn't her friend in a long time. The pathetic man had the audacity to ignore her, only to turn to the owner with a sleepish smile. She could tell he wanted to do what she said, but he didn't to lose her job over a girl who might not even be of legal age.

"Bring me two bottles. We forget about the whole ordeal, and your boss can join me and my pretty veela friend over there later on tonight."

It wasn't a request or even a deal, it was an order. Not that she would let those two anywhere near her, and she wouldn't dream of touching Mila while trying to make Penelope fall in love with her. But the order worked, and Belladonna was soon able to join Penelope as the bartender focused on bringing her the bottles she'd requested. Penelope was still feeling the effects of the argument, and all she needed was some care from the Queen of Slytherin and she'd be calling herself "Mrs. Coben" in no time.

"Nice punch," she commented, sitting on a nearby table as the girl commented on Seb being an ass. "I haven't seen Seb look so hurt since the Dark Lo- I mean, You-Know-Who, was alive," she mused, almost to herself but making her comments loud enough for the ones who were able to stay inside the bar to hear. "What do you think, Val? Is the pretty Hufflepuff strong enough to be the next Dark Lord?" Belladonna teased, bringing a shiny shot glass filled with firewhisky to her full lips and swallowing the liquor with ease.

No matter how experienced she was, the strong drink still burned her throat on its way down to her stomach. Like with all painful experiences, Belladonna had learned to live with them and withstand the pain in exchange for the thrill of the strong drink. If there was one danger she'd never had to encounter before - it was betrayal. Rejection. The cold and depressing sensation of not being good enough for someone hit her like a deadly spell - making her heart skip a beat and she processed what just happened. How Penelope managed to know her true intentions, she would never know. Her strong reaction to being rejected didn't come from the fact that she wanted to shag Penelope. It was a foreign sensation, one she would never wish upon her worst enemy. Heartbreak.

The Slytherin Queen (was she still worthy of such a title?) was speechless. The remains of her dignity wouldn't let her cry in front of the people who remained in the bar. Her animalistic side wanted to tear Penelope apart and decorate the walls with her guts. Her heart told her to escape back to the safety of the castle, steal a teddy bear from a first year, and cry with it in front of the warm fire. None of those reactions seemed acceptable for a pureblood of her standard. But these horrendous feelings weren't necessary, and she knew the perfect way to kill them.

"Well, shit." Instead of drinking from the glass, she grabbed the bottle of firewhisky and drank the horrible nectar. Belladonna drank, and drank, until her throat begged for release and she stopped before the liquid could turn her tongue to mere ashes. By the time she'd set the bottle down, half of the liquit was gone and swimming in her stomach, The alcohol made her feel light-headed and relaxed. Truly an amazing sensation gifted from the angels. "Ferula- no, femur, fixes fractures. Vulnera Salnentur ... deep ugly gashes. Alcohol fixes the heart. Avada Kedavra... well, that just fixes errything, I prefer other methods, though. Like using a big, ugly monster to kill the assholes you don' like." the girl slurred, before brining the bottle back to her lips and leaving the drink to wash the pain away.

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[Skryx]

Elliot Shepard​

Elliot wasn't even sure it was worth it heading down to Hogsmead anymore. It was already pretty late and for all he knew they were already on their way back. Still, he told Keith he'd be there (and he'd been promised a free drink) so he cast a wistful glance at his bed before pulling on a thick jacket and sneaking out of the common room. Not that there was actually any Hufflepuffs still in the room, the majority having already gone to their respective dorms. He made it out of the castle with only one close call with Filch, a bruised shin from running into some form of furniture that he didn't see in the darkness and a few mild swears.

The castle grounds were silent and empty. It was hard to imagine that not a year ago this whole place was a warzone. But it wasn't hard to imagine really. He could remember it all very clearly. The giants, the giant spiders, the spells thrown back and forth, the shouting and screaming-. Catching himself, Eli pushed those thoughts away and loosened his white knuckle grip on his wand in his jacket. Pulling it out, he muttered Lumos and continued walking, idly drawing random shapes in the air with his wand. Humming tunelessly to himself, he wondered who else was down at the Three Broomsticks. If they were still there anyway. Soon he was in Hogsmeade, putting away his wand because the streetlamps lit the place well enough. Pretty much all the shops he passed were closed, darkened windows and all.

Eli was just walking up the street to the pub when the door was flung open and someone was tossed outside. Someone else stepped out, shortly after. They looked familiar. "Hey Phyrun." Eli said cheerfully as he passed the Ravenclaw before turning to Keith. "Damn, man, I think you've set a record for getting kicked out of places. I'm happy for you, but how are you supposed to buy me a butterbeer now?" He said, grinning. Then he noticed it. "Whoa." He admired the bruise on his friend's temple which was getting more and more impressively purple by the second. "Did you walk into a door again?"

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MILA 'THE VEELA' SUTHERLAND
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"Yes, what an ass," Mila finally nodded in agreement with Penelope and shrugged one shoulder. "It was uncalled for but I'm used to it. Besides, he was a lot worse to the rest of you." Even drunk she seemed concerned for the wellbeing of her friends, who had gotten some pretty cruel insults in return for sticking up for her. She moved over to Penelope, her steps very deliberate as she was trying not to stumble, and took her hand very delicately. Usually she was quite good with quick healing spells but her brain was all cloudy and she couldn't remember anything at all. "I'm sorry babe, I can't remember any off the top of my head. Are you going to be alright?" She pressed a little kiss on her friend's hand; in her family that was usually what people did when somebody was hurt, 'kiss it better' they'd say.

After briefly speaking to Penelope, Mila turned and perched on the edge of a stool which she dragged over quickly from a nearby table. She was now facing Bella, who only moments ago had been holding Sebastian by the collar. The blonde smile and tucked a lock of honey coloured hair behind her ear, reaching over to pat Bella on the knee.
"No, no, you've got it wrong: alcohol doesn't fix the heart, it's only a temporary solution." After a pause, she sighed and held out her hand, giving the girl her best puppy eyes. "That being said... Can I have a little more? You can't possibly drink it all on your own, I'm doing you a favour."


Mila didn't wait for a reply. Had she not been drunk she probably wouldn't even have asked somebody who wasn't her best friend to share anything aside from a pot of ink with her, but the mixture of alcohol and adrenaline from the quick encounter with Sebastian had left her feeling less vulnerable than usual. Gently, she pried Bella's fingers from the bottle and lifted it to her lips without wiping the top, drinking long and deep while never breaking eye contact. Once she had had enough she fixed Bella with a bright smile and handed the bottle back.
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Any normal person would be furious, especially after getting kicked out for a mess they hadn't started. Keith, however, was surprisingly calm, evidently a result from being kicked out a good number of times in the past. He made a mental reminder to give Blutmond hell the next time he saw him. There was no way he was going to let this one pass. The sting on his forehead only served as a harsh reminder.

"If anyone had to be kicked out, it should've been that ass Blutmond. I don't understand why I was the one thrown to the curb instead. I was a victim!" Keith rambled, words later turning into an exclamation. It would be a blow to his pride if he just got up and left. Keith had to do something. Nabbing a bottle of fire whiskey might work as a decent punishment, even though stealing was technically a crime.

"Screw it. I'm sneaking back in," he announced, declining Phyrun's offer to trek back. "And you're going to help me."

Before the male could say anymore to convince the male, he was greeted by a warm and familiar voice. His mood lifted. "Eli! Great timing, although you are technically late," Keith grinned, walking over to give the male a hand to hand greeting. "This is only my third time," Keith defended himself, not including the fact that it was only the third time he got kicked out of The Three Broomsticks in specifics. If combined with other places, the numbers attributed past twenty.

He frowned at Elliot's comment. His hand went to his forehead, gingerly pressing on the bruise to see if it was still there. (Of course it is, you idiot). It stung under pressure and he winced, letting his hand drop back down. "Merlin, no. It was that stupid Buttmond but ugh, let's not talk about him for now. Just his name alone makes me sick," Keith said, moving towards the side of the inn where long triangular-like towers protruded.

"Think you can give me a boost to that ledge over there?" Keith asked, rubbing his hands in preparation. ​

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AIVREE LANZONE​

Aivree was unsure what had all gone in the few moments. One minute Sebastian was there, the next he was gone. It went the same with Keith. He got hit with yet another flying cup of some kind, one that she apparently hadn’t seen or she would have tried to help. It flew and hit Keith in the temple, earning a very pissed off Keith to start after Sebastian.

Nothing came from it though, instead he was kicked out by a very angry looking Innkeeper, face red, veins popping out of places tat had Aivree scrunch her noes up but decided that it was better to just allow Keith to be kicked out.

Though, it wasn’t just him that got in the little fight. If anyone should have been kicked out it should have also been Penelope, after all she had actually punched the guy in the face. But what did she know? With excitement over with and the group slowly settling down, well mostly settling down. With the extra booze that was ordered by Bella, Aivree knew very well that the excitement might just be starting. At least for the girls included. Aivree shrugged the thought off and returned to her seat, she was going to follow Kith out wondering if she could sneak back into the castle, but the thought of missing the party and her friends making fools of themselves had her rethinking that plan. Even if she wasn’t part of everything, she could watch and chuckle in the background.

“Penelope, if you need a good fix come here, I have had my own share of broken hands. Know the spell like the back of my hand.” Aivree finally spoke up, waving slightly to get the girls attention while also taking a glance at the door once more, she truly thought that Keith would sneak back into the Inn, after all this was his idea. If he didn’t come back she could go and help if possible.

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Belladonna Coben

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It was an odd sight. Even for Belladonna, who'd spent six years in a magical castle filled with hormonal and immature wizards who certainly didn't make the days boring. She'd seen things no human should ever be exposed to, yet this was the oddest, most surprising apparition of them all. Mila, the most innocent and divine woman the Slytherin beauty had ever encountered, had taken her firewhisky bottle and swallowed the burning liquid with such ease she put sailors to shame. She watched the blonde veela with her mouth open in shock and admiration. Who would've thought the one person who would shared her love and talent and alcohol would be a Hufflepuff?

"I'm surprised," commented the Slytherin once the girl had lowered the bottle, "you badgers really are full of surprises, First Penelope, now you? Wouldn't be surprised if that Elliot dog of yours turns out to be a vampire - or straight. Somehow the second option surprises me more than the first."

After spending years loathing Mila for the unforgivable crime of being a half-breed, it was pleasant to be able to speak so freely around her. Now she didn't have to punish herself for finding such a beast attractive, nor did she have to convince herself that sweet Hufflepuffs weren't her type after seeing her smile. While she was more attracted to her beauty than her personality, it was a welcomed attraction and a wonderful distraction from Penelope's heartbreaking rejection. Grabbing the bottle, Belladonna twirled it along with her wrist, watching at how the alcohol moved against the glass and noting the bottle was significantly lighter than before.

"I happen know other ways to fix a broken heart. However, said methods require a bed, a silencing spell and someone beautiful. You wouldn't happen to know anyone who might be interested, would you?" Belladonna brought the half-empty bottle to her full lips once more and took a long swing. If she was going to get away with this, they were both going to need a heavy dosis of firewhisky. "I'd gladly invite you, but I doubt you'll be able to survive such harsh games. Am I wrong?"

The Slytherin Queen handed the Hufflepuff girl the firewhisky once more, carefully observing her behaviour and reaction to the lewd comments with her emerald eyes. "I'd love to see you try to prove me wrong, love. It'll be interesting to see a Hufflepuff break."

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"You really shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. Or the colour of it's school tie," Mila teased, reaching to grasp at her chest and only remembering that she wasn't wearing her uniform when her fingers closed around thin air. She frowned, glanced down, and then looked up again with a sheepish smile, "Forgot that I'm not in uniform. Think it'd give us away a little if we all came down in our robes and tried to buy drinks." Perhaps her words were sensible and could be coming from somebody perfectly sober, but the excited whisper in which Mila uttered them betrayed the fact that she was perhaps more than just a little tipsy. She appeared to be listening intently to what Bella was saying, her bluish-green eyes twinkling in the light of the pub.

Bella was not a close friend of Mila's. Though she wasn't usually as obvious about her feelings towards Mila as Sebastian was, the blonde had always just assumed that a mixture of her house and blood status meant that the two of them would never exactly find themselves braiding one another's hair. Yet there they were, talking and giggling; alcohol surely did wonders for confidence where Mila was concerned, it seemed. It was a mixture of alcohol and Bella's lewd suggestions that brought a blush to the Hufflepuff's cheeks. She arched an eyebrow with a coy smile, for once deciding not to think, deciding to let herself go a little. What harm could it really do? It had to happen at some point. Had she been sober she would naturally have blushed, refused, and hurried off, but as either luck or misfortune (depending on your viewpoint) would have it, the girl was far from sober.


She accepted the bottle with a nod of gratitude and took a long drink, holding Bella's gaze with a newfound fire that could only stem from the whiskey. The girl appeared to be seriously considering but actually she was only teasing, drawing out the wait, as she had already made up her mind. Finally she took the bottle away from her mouth and wiped a stray droplet from her plump bottom lip.
"What makes you think I'll break?" Mila gave a little giggle and stood up, bottle in one hand, other hand reaching out to grab Bella's. She gave the girl's hand a playful tug to try and get her to her feet. "We'll have to see, won't we?"

At that moment in time it didn't feel like a mistake. Maybe it wasn't, that was yet to be discovered. Mila was happy, or at least she looked it, with her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright and her lips curled into the smile that she usually only reserved for Penelope, Val, and on occasion Sebastian if she was feeling lucky. As they neared the door she hung back to whisper in her new companion's ear.
"I think you may need to cast that silencing charm when we get back."

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Sixth Year | Phyrun Dalca | Ravenclaw
Location: outside the Three Broomsticks | Time: really late​

Phyrun gave Keith a flat look. "No." He was not about to help Keith sneak back in with the chance of being caught. That and Phyrun was seriously done with the day and was actually looking forward to sleeping. Well, that was till Elliot showed up.

"It's good to see you, Elliot," he offered sincerely, to the Hufflepuff. He may not converse with the Hufflepuff very often but he was curious to know how the other's summer had gone. Rachel had made off comments that they had written to each other from time to time but that told him little to absolutely nothing.

Phyrun looked down the path back towards the castle before looking to Keith, glaring at the Gryffindor. "Don't get Elliot into too much trouble, Anderson." Phyrun touched Elliot's shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid, Elliot. Would hate to tell my sister exactly how you got into trouble."

He turned and started for the castle. Yep, too late for him to stick around regardless of wanting to catch up with Elliot. Though, he wasn't overly concerned about having to tell his sister. She usually beat him to the punch, figuratively speaking, when it came to delving the truth from situations. That and he was certain that Elliot would tell her himself if nothing else.

He tucked his hands in his pocket, thinking he would have breakfast with his sister in the morning.

Interactions:
Elliot Skryx
Keith Aster​

 

[Skryx]

Elliot Shepard​

"Only the third?" Eli teased, returning the greeting. "Well it looks like it'll be my third time breaking you back in here then. Late or not, you still owe me a butterbeer." He pulled a face at the mention of Blutmond. "I could deal with not talking about him ever again."

"She'd probably find it very entertaining if we did get in trouble though," Eli shrugged, a lopsided grin on his face, amused at the way Phyrun was glaring at Keith. "From my experience, the stupider the thing, the more hilarious it is." He had regaled Rachel with plenty of the adventures (or misadventures rather) he had gone on (been dragged on) with Keith. Phyrun didn't appear to be sticking around though so Eli waved him goodbye, calling after him something about meeting up later in the week. Though he wasn't as close to the Ravenclaw as he was with his sister, he felt closer to him than he should because of how often Rachel talked about him. He figured he should at least try to talk to Phyrun himself once in a while.

Following Keith over to the side of the inn, he glanced around to check if anyone was around. Not a soul, unless you counted Phyrun's rapidly retreating back. "Oh wait, hold still a moment," he said, drawing his wand once more. He tapped it lightly (not as lightly as he thought) on the bruise, eyebrows scrunched up in concentration as he muttered the words to a minor healing spell for bruises. His mother had taught it to him over the summer, finally having enough of fixing up his bruises from messing about. Hopefully it worked. He could never be bothered to try it out on himself. There didn't seem to be any strange side effects or things going horribly wrong and after a moment or two it didn't seem quite so purple. "Reckon that worked?" he asked. "You don't seem to be sprouting any mutated ducks so there's that." The Hufflepuff couldn't hold back a wide grin at the memory of the infamous incident in third year Charms.

"Up you go then," he crouched down, locking his fingers together to give the Gryffindor a boost up onto the ledge. Once he was sure Keith was alright, he entered through the front door, nearly walking straight into Mila. "Whoops, sorry Mims-" Whatever else he might have said was cut off as he had to dodge a stream of other customers. For it being so late in the night, the pub was still decently full. By the time he looked back, Mila was gone. He frowned. Did he know the person standing next to her? He didn't think much on it for long, spotting Aivree and Penn at a table and moving across the room to join them. Sitting down heavily, he sighed in relief to finally be off his feet.

"So," Eli said, smiling at the two of them. "What'd I miss?"

Interactions: ArtisticVicu Aster Sasil Sadistic Sweetheart
Mentions: teenage witch

 

[Aster]

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THE TROUBLEMAKER // GRYFFINDOR

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Mood: EXHILARATED | LOCATION: THE THREE BROOMSTICKS | TIME: 1:00 PM | APPAREL: X
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The healing spell cast was an appreciated gesture, especially given the fact that Keith did not remember any at that current moment. He flinched when Elliot's wand tapped a little too hard for comfort against his bruises but made no complaint as the pain faded from a throbbing ache into something much more mellow. Grinning, he nodded in response and shrugged. Spells going wrong were his specialty and the brunet would be a hypocrite if he blamed Elliot for messing up.

Given the boost he was needed, Keith scrambled onto the ledge and skillfully climbed up. Keeping his body pressed against the red-bricked walls, he pointed his wand at the window locked and chanted, "Alohomora" to unlock the frosted latch. From there, Keith slipped in, taking care to close the window behind him once he entered the empty inn room. It was to his luck that no one had been occupying the space. With nimble speed and silence, the Gryffindor troublemaker sneaked back down into the inn's main hall, making a detour towards the liquor cabinets.

Casting an invisibility charm over himself (naturally Keith would remember a difficult charm like that but not a simple healing spell; clearly his priorities laid elsewhere), the male nicked himself a bottle of firewhiskey and would've done so the same with butterbeer if the sweet drink came in bottles. It didn't, unfortunately. The charm was dropped after Keith plopped himself between Aivree and Elliot, surprising the trio with his entrance. The bottle was placed in the center of the four and the mischievous glint in his eyes tempted those around to do something less than responsible.

"Who's up for a drinking game?" Keith asked, glancing at the innkeeper. He ducked his head, keeping out of sight by hiding slightly behind Elliot's larger build. Summoning four shot glasses with a wave of his wand, Keith filled each one to the rim with whiskey. With each shot they took, their conversations only became looser and louder. Subjects jumped to a plethora of variants and by the time a quarter of the bottle was left, scarcely anyone in the inn was left, signalling the others to leave as well. ​

Interactions: Elliot Skryx Penelope Sadistic Sweetheart Aivree Sasil

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[Sadistic Sweetheart]

Penelope Hottle
Hogsmeade, The Three Broomsticks | 11-12 PM | Better.
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Penelope went over to Aivree without a second thought, leaving Mila and Bella behind. She didn't see it as a big deal and she couldn't wait for some healing magic to get her hand to stop hurting. The brunette plopped down in the chair across from the other girl and held her hand out, curiously waiting for her to cast a healing spell. She knew that Aivree often got herself in the same situation Penelope was in, so she probably knew what she was doing. She would cross her fingers for good luck if her hand wasn't in pain. She was glad that someone else here knew healing spells since she was just god awful at them; she once turned a papercut into a broken hand.

"You know the spell like the back of your broken 'and?" Pen teased with a mischievous glint in her eyes, which was soon replaced with a grateful smile and a, "but yes, please."

At the sound of the door opening, her head instinctively moved to see who entered the inn. Caramel eyes lit up the second they met with Elliot's large figure. When he sat down with them, she wrapped her free arm around him in a quick hug. With Elliot, physical contact became habit. It didn't matter if she hadn't seen him for ten months or ten minutes. This was more so the latter situation since she'd seen him at dinner, but it didn't matter- a couple hours was long enough for her to miss her friend. The smaller girl flashed a grin at the boy when he asked what he'd missed. It was a shame that he'd missed all the action but at least he was here now so she could tell him all about her little interaction with Sebastian.

"Oh nothing, unless you count me punching Sebastian Blutmond in the face!" She said with a large grin as she gestured to her injured hand with her good one. "It was sick, Eli! You s'ould 'ave seen it! That little prick made some rude comment about Mila and I-I don't even know what came over me, but I was so mad! So I walked right over and I 'it 'im right in the face and bloody 'ell did his jaw 'urt my 'and but I'm pretty sure I 'urt 'im just as bad!" She spoke with the fervor and excitement of a small child, telling the story with such pride and energy that you'd think she was telling the story of how she won an Olympic medal. Just as she finished, Keith took a seat at their table. At the suggestion of a drinking game, Pen was more than happy to join in. She was so caught up in the fun of at all that she scarcely noticed when Mila and Bella left the tavern.

 

[Aster]

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THE TROUBLEMAKER // GRYFFINDOR

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Mood: EXHILARATED | LOCATION: THE THREE BROOMSTICKS | TIME: 1:15 PM | APPAREL: X
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By one fifteen the group was happily drunk and ushered out of the Inn, singing loudly with wide grins on their faces. Intoxicated as he was, Keith knew he was going to regret his choices, having morning classes like the rest. Hopefully his friends would know a good spell to help with hangovers or else the brunet would find himself already skipping on the first second day of school.

He exactly sure why he had the sudden urge to drink that night. Alcohol wasn't a beverage he often consumed, but there was an inexplicable hole that needed to be filled and five shots of fire whiskey almost did well to perfectly fill it. Temporarily at least. Some may call it a sixth sense, but Keith would know find out why he felt a sudden absence til weeks later when two of his closest friends (one being his crush but that's kept hushed) became ghosts in the male's active life.

While they still remained present in school, the two were simply too busy for any troublesome interactions (not that Keith interacted much with Val much but he was certain Bella and the rat, Sebastian, felt the distance as much as he did).

As the four walked back to Hogwarts, the sun began to rise from the horizon behind them. It would've been an iconic moment if the four were in cinematics: the sunlight beaming behind them as happy smiles were on their faces, arms slung around one another and laughter in their eyes, if not for two horribly wrong things.

1. It was a quarter past one. The sun was five hours early to rise and
2. Sunlight was warm and bright, usually the color of pale daisies and amber:

this light was the coldest shade of green. ​

Interactions: Elliot Skryx Penelope Sadistic Sweetheart Aivree Sasil
Mentions: Valerius Finalizer Oliver professor pretz

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