party over here

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you are my shooting star

go shawty, it's yo birthday, we gonna party like it's your birthday

So, tonight was supposed to be all excitement and teenaged hormones, and probably some weird wolfy hormones on top of that… basically a lot of hormones, on top of excitement, and stuff like that, and Linc was aware of that, but as aware of that as he was… the only thing he could think of was Rosemary, and the only thing he could feel was nervous. It was a good kind of nervous, though, not like the whole “giving a speech in class” nervous that made you black out and possibly throw up while you were blacked out. Nope, not that kind of nervous, the kind that gives you butterflies and makes you feel like your stomach is literally going to fly the hell out of your body.

That was where his thoughts stopped, because they inevitably led to grossness—your stomach can’t just fly out of your body without there being gore and uncomfortableness, that’s just a fact of life. So, right now he was putting music on, and writing on a whiteboard he kept in his room. His roomroom, not the dorm at Hogwarts… speaking of, his fingers were pretty much itching to use a spell—any kind, almost, as long as it was flashy and stuff. Not that he was trying to show off, or anything. Noooope, no way, no how… anyways.

Linc wasn’t completely sure where Rocko was, but he was fairly sure he was around somewhere? Probably not doing anything that was even remotely productive, because that’s just how Rocko was, but that was okay, because Linc actually really didn’t care how the party was for everyone else. He just basically wanted to have fun. Well, for people to have fun, and for some specific people to have fun. Like himself. And others. And he wasn’t going to be more specific than that, even in his own thoughts. Which was why he unlocked the front door, went outside and hung the whiteboard right next to the door, looking it over intently. Okay, now that he had it outside, it looked kinda—no, actually, it looked really pretty lame. Not that he really cared, because he could always blame it on Rocko—even if it completely wasn’t his style. You know, Linc really didn’t care. He wasn’t going to have anyone breaking any of his parents’ stuff—it was way too complicated to wait until his parents got home to try to fix stuff. Damn statute of magical whatevery. He knew he should know what it was called, considering he was a Ravenclaw, but honestly, it was such a pointless, silly rule, Linc didn’t even understand why it was still in place. Any Ravenclaw worth his salt would know the ways around it, easy. Slytherins, too, probably.

He looked over the rules one last time, nodding at each rule that was a good one—no breaking anything, no throwing up, NO HUMPING COUCHES, or any other property on the house, no entering bedrooms—he seriously doubted all of them would be followed, but hey. He wasn’t going to follow everyone around enforcing the rules… nope, he had something else to do this party. Speaking of, he put on a song specifically for the person he was planning on trying not to cling to like saran wrap, not that he thought she was going to hear it, but… yeah, the point was to play it, okay, no matter what. And then stand awkwardly until people got here. Why was he throwing a party again? Probably nobody was even going to show up, and he hadn’t actually done anything to dress up the house… oh god, he might start hyperventilating.

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[rosemary volfkovich]

not many words • Linklinc/everyone • feeling excited • asdkhsdsa

Rosemary was horrible with directions. Okay, yeah, she's a Ravenclaw .. all that smarty pants-ness wasn't in place when it came to directions. No, and her GPS wasn't working because last time she used it it told her to turn the next right. You see those people on the news all the time, their idiot brains thinking a machine knows best and listening when it tells them to turn. So they turn .. off a dang cliff! No, Rosemary had the smarts to at least stop before making the Mexican restaurant back home a drive through without the owners concent. Once that accident was avoided, she proceeded to kill the hell out of that little piece of shi-- .. Anyway, desaster avoided, GPS smashed on the sidewalk.

Pointing at the address on the gate, Rosemary looked at Caleb and shrugged and smiled. "Party time, I suppose." she looked at the house, and pursed her lips. Since she and her brother had relocated to this part of the world, Rosemary hadn't been much of a party goer. The people are different, and she and her brother are completely soaked in Muggle sauce. Hell, they're probably the only ones that showed up in a car to this party. Oh, maybe not. You never knew with this crowd. Patting her stomach, and glancing at Caleb, she made a rude noise with her mouth then opened the door. "It's stupid to be nervous, right?" Rosemary told him as she shut the car door, and made her way up to the front door. Looking at her brother, she pointed at a white board with rules, and grinned, "Has to be Linclink's work," She said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a blue sharpie and quickly drew a few obscene pictures that involved body parts. Once done, Rosemary quickly put the sharpie away and rang the doorbell. "You going to dance tonight, right?" She asked as they waited.

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[torrie baker]

Torrie had heard to the grapevine about a party that was going on at this Ravenclaw dude's house and had decided that she would crash it.... just for the sake of people around people. Her summer had been pretty lame until now. She had hung around her muggle family and family friends, but she soon realized that she had nothing in common with any them now. As much as she loved her little sisters as they were, in a way, she wished she could share with them the experience of going to Hogwarts and how wonderful it was to be apart of this whole other world that most muggles didn't even know existed. Unfortunately for Torrie, she was the only one with Wizard blood in the family which meant that she was the only one going through the motion of being a hormonal teenager plus a wizard.

In a way,it frustrated her that she had to spend so much time in the muggle world, but then again, she loved her adoptive family and wouldn't replace them with any other family.

But being away from the wizarding world was getting harder and harder for the young woman, so in her last few weeks of summer she had decided to make the trip back to central London and entered the wizarding world through the Leaky Cauldron's back alley. Once There she had apparated to Hogsmeade to rent out a room above the Three Broomstick where she had a place to reside until the start of the term... when she would march up to the castle by the passage way that led from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts.

The last school term had ended on a rather bad note for the young girl. Rumors had still been flying around about the fact that she had attacked and supposedly almost killed him in the Slytherin Guys Lockerroom. No one knew exactly how she had ended up in there - to the exception of a few Slytherin, but speculation about why the young woman had , in the first place, entered the guys lockerroom had been circulating creating even more drama than was really necessary.

Now Torrie could only imagine how badly the story would have been distorted with time, the word to mouth, and no one to disprove the lies. In her mind, coming back to the wizarding world, and showing up at that so called party would be the best thing she could do to help her reputation.

Now she could only hope that Stephen wouldn't be there to create more drama for her.

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said ooh, girl, shock me like an electric eel

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baby girl, turn me on with your electric feel

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Caleb was not exactly happy with the fact that he had to follow Rosie Jr. around everywhere. Actually he didn’t really mind, so much as… he liked having the freedom to go with the flow. Sometimes he’d be pulled to someplace Rosie wasn’t going, and he’d have to make the decision for himself: do what his dad told him to, or listen to the pull. Sometimes he listened to the pull and it would take him to a pool, and then he’d laugh a little, because that was funny, the pull leading to the pool. Most of the time, he would just yawn and shadow Rosie like a creeper. Hey, his dad didn’t want Rosie getting hurt or anything, and neither did Caleb, Rosie being hurt was so not cool with him. He didn’t really think this dude she was going to see would hurt her, or anything, but he didn’t know the Ravenclaw well. He only really got to know the kids that either were constantly hurting themselves, or the ones with things wizards couldn’t fix, but could supplement.

Like, there was this really cool young Hufflepuff who constantly came in because he was having trouble breathing. Caleb had a sneaking suspicion the little man did a lot of running around the castle, but so far had been unable to prove any wrongdoing on the parts of any other students. Still, it was nice to be able to just wave his wand and fix it for the guy. A lot of the time, Caleb wished there was something like that that would fix whatever was messed up in his brain that made him… well, different from everyone else. It wasn’t always fun, being the random person who was always jiggling his foot, spacing out, then getting laughed at for not having paid attention to the history lesson. Not like he could help that wizarding history was boring as hell, even the bits with the choooosen one in it. Caleb was pretty sure people didn’t pay attention to that part at all. The whole reason Harry Potter was all special is because he wasn’t special! Not until Voldy picked him to be his downfall, and screwed over Neville Longbottom. The only reason Potterdude got to come back to life was because he’d willingly sacrificed—and Caleb knew of way cooler people who had much more willingly, much less brattily sacrificed.

He sounded like a total Gryffindor hater when he spoke thoughts like that aloud, but hell, he was a Gryffindor, and he definitely didn’t hate himself. Just pretentiousness. Man, he needed to be doing yoga right now, or meditating, not going to some lame student party… not that he was calling it that to Rosie’s face. Nope, he was trying to act all jazzed to be going to this thing, when really, the highlight of his night would be going in a corner and doing some yoga, while hoping nobody noticed him. He let out a small laugh when Rosie pointed, then nodded, “Yeah, party time. You ready to get your face rocked with party?” he asked, then blinked and shook his head, “Forget that came out of my mouth, and forget I said came right after, I don’t… I don’t ever want to talk about that again.” he said, exiting the car and rubbing his face. He stopped when she asked him about her nervousness and shook his head, going over to her with a smile, “I think it’s never stupid to be nervous, Rosie. You never know what the world’s gonna throw at you, you know?”

He smiled a little at her, then pinched her nose, moving quickly away from her, “Every day you’re looking more like mom, you know that? I gotta send mom and dad a picture of you with your new booooyfriend.” he grinned wide, moving faster, “That way dad’ll have a picture for the hitman!” he said, trying not to laugh as he encountered the whiteboard, then stole Rosie’s pen and started decorating the whiteboard with proper things instead, like squiggly lines and exclamation points, “Shame on you, defiling your boytoy’s whiteboard, leaving your brother to fix it like the good brother I am.” he grinned at her, then jumped a little when he heard the doorbell. He gave Rosie a look, then stood next to her, trying to look innocent—even though he wasn’t really sure what he might have done that would warrant a guilty look—then snorted, raising an eyebrow at her, “No. Not gonna dance, nobody wants to see that. Are you planning on dancing? Or are you just going to dance with your Lincyboy?” he asked her, then blinked as he saw a girl waiting with them too. He rang the doorbell a couple more times, then tried the door, pulling his hand away when the door opened. Ohhhkay, apparently Linc responded to impatience better? He nodded to the guy, then walked in, taking a breath, “Where’s the bathroom, man?” he asked, then followed the directions quickly.

Dad wouldn’t be too happy about that, but sometimes Caleb just needed a breather, you know? Plus, he was pretty sure Rosie wanted aaaaaaaloooooone time with her dude, which dad might not approve of, but Rosie was seventeen, for goodness’ sake. Caleb wasn’t gonna get between all that! So, he locked the bathroom door and did a handstand against the wall… before realizing how grody the floors probably were, and getting himself down, before setting some TP down where his hands would be. Much better that way.

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you are my shooting star

go shawty, it's yo birthday, we gonna party like it's your birthday

When Linc heard the doorbell ring, he really, honestly didn’t think it was going to be Rosiemary, at all. She was way too cool to be the first to show up to a party, but, when he finally got around to opening the door, he looked at the faces waiting for him to widen it, and found a huge smile was on his face. He blinked, then nodded at her brother, giving him the instructions to the bathroom, then gave the other girl a small smile and left the door wide open, backing up a little as his eyes settled on Rosie again. He felt another stupid smile forming, all over his face, and he suddenly couldn’t think of a single thing to say. That’s when it occurred to him that a greeting would actually be really appropriate right now, so he swallowed hard, then went back to grinning at her, “Hey. Umm, did you find the place okay?” he asked softly, then cleared his throat.

Oh god. Now was that time. That time when you wondered if you’d said something too quiet for someone to properly hear, but at the same time didn’t want to just, start repeating yourself. That was when it would occur to her that he was completely mental, and she’d wonder what he was doing in his house, with hardly any party guests. Oh god, some people had better show up soon, or he might just start talking at random decibels until he found the right one to speak at… there were reasons. There were reasons Rocko thought he was completely weird. It was because he was, in fact, completely weird, mental, and most of all, awkward. Awkward as hell, some might consider, himself included. He took a breath, then scratched the back of his head, smiling again, then speaking just a little louder “I guess I might as well have just asked if you come here often… hey, is your brother okay? He seemed really, ummm, intent to get to the bathroom. He knows you can’t call dibs on the bathroom, right? It’s communal, everyone gets it.” he said, smiling just a little more, starting to lean against a wall, only to have his hand slip and… his head collided with the wall, and it wasn’t good, it was the opposite of anything he’d ever wanted to do in front of her.

But at least he recovered well. Yep, he straightened himself up and blinked at Rosie like a freaking deer in headlights. Which was really attractive, or so he was told. Only problem was, it was actually only attractive on women. Hey, maybe Rosie was bi, and she would actually continue to like him. It’d be nice, for something to go his way, even if it was just because he oddly resembled a woman, and she was totally into that.

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[haiden tessa jones]

Apparating on the spot she had no intention to, Haiden frowned at the ground. You know, at least she wasn't leaving pinky fingers or earlobes behind anymore. Apparating wasn't her thing, and it was a damn Hogwarts miracle that she ever managed to figure it out to this level. Usually, Haiden showed up a block or two from where she needed to be. Good thing she always managed to appear unnoticed. It would be flat out rude to show up in the bathroom of some unsuspecting someone. Or, oh god, in the room of a couple going at it. Holy cow, could you imagine the awkwardness of that? Embaaarrraassssing!

As Haiden walked down the street toward the party house, she thought about the owls she had received earlier. They had caught her off guard, but at the same time, made her feel special. It was weird, but the whole time she'd been here, in this world and away from home, Devlyn was the first person to make her feel comfortable. Haiden didn't feel as awkward, and on edge. Okay, on edge is an exaggeration. Hell, she didn't even know what word would be best to describe her lately. And no, it had nothing to do with the fact that she's a werewolf. Usually that causes some roughness in her personality, but ... crap .. Looking at the sidewalk, she scratched her head, and grumbled. It was loneliness, that's what it was. Loneliness had turned her into a blah, yet sometimes grrr, kind of person. She missed her parents, the two strongest people she knew, and realized that they'd expect her to be strong too. 

Taking a deep breath, Haiden walked up the walkway slowly as she watched Caleb, Rosemary, and the girl that had suggested she and Devlyn date, enter the house after Linc opened the door. Hanging back some, Haiden decided she wasn't really ready for any chitchat, and casually scooted in, waving at Linc and Rosemary, then heading straight for the backyard. Later, she'd track down Caleb and say hello. Knowing him, he'd already pulled the same thing she was about to. Be present at the party, but not really. Looking at the back of the house, then a tree near it, Haiden established that the best way onto the roof, was by climbing the tree. Totally lady like, yep. Quickly, and effortlessly, she scurried up the tree, walked on the limp, and pounced down onto the roof, and settled back, watching the stars start to appear in the sky. 

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Dear god, what have I done?

Devlyn had waffled over going to this party for what felt like hours. At first, obviously he had wanted to go—he wanted to go to any and every party he could, so he could drag Millie to it and maybe the both of them could have fun. Maybe one of them would have fun, maybe neither, Dev always took the chance. Millie was his sister, after all, and sometimes he needed to be her courage—although sometimes she was her own courage, and that was just as awesome. Millie sometimes—actually, a lot of the time—helped him figure things out. Especially what people meant. She had somehow managed to inherit most of her traits… actually, he wasn’t sure where she had actually gotten them. She was pretty much everything that everyone in his family wasn’t, in the best ways, and Dev was… like a combination of all of their family members, in the worst. He could never figure out what people were trying to say, thanks to his dad, and he also sucked at saying what he meant. Thanks to pretty much everyone.

Pretty much the only good thing about him was that he didn’t get his temper up quickly, unlike the rest of the clan. Dev didn’t know how else to explain their family… it was complicated, and weird, but he liked it. No, he loved it, and he loved everyone in it, and he wouldn’t trade any of them for the world. Which was why he was so relieved he had Millie. You know how the scarecrow didn’t have a brain? Dev was totally the scarecrow. And Millie was either the wizard, or his brain… Dev wanted her to have her own character plot, and everything, but the wiz was kind of an asshole. Well, according to that musical, Wicked. And you know what, Dev believed it… so maybe Millie was like, Elphaba, because she was all introverted, and awesome and stuff. And a really good singer, too, so that was cool. He realized he probably should have been thinking of something to say, but it wasn’t like he’d be able to think of anything. And if he did, he’d sound like a complete idiot when he actually said it, and then feel stupid for the rest of the night.

So instead, he was just going to say something spontaneously stupid. It was a great plan. First, though, he had to get there. He smiled a little at his sister, then raised his eyebrows, “Ready for the floo powder power?” he asked, then shook his head, “Are you sure you want to take the car? Mom and dad are crazy for buying us that thing. We hardly ever use it. It’s all… sparkly all the time, too, like mom dipped it in glitter, then put on ultrawax or something. Did mom and dad spell it so we never have to wash it? God, at least it’s not pink…” he shook his head, breathing in slowly, then shook the keys, “You want me to drive again? Just remind me to drive on the wrong-right side of the road, okay?” he asked, grinning wide at her before getting into the car and driving carefully.

One thing he did like doing, when the streets were empty, was drive. So, he just focused on that, up until Millie shouted at him that she’d seen the address. Then, he found a parking spot, got out, and started walking to the party. Then realized he was totally ditching Millie, and shook his head, walking back to her, then keeping at her pace, walking just behind her as they entered the door. “Ummm, Millie? Mind if I find a quiet place, or are you cool on your own for a little while?” he asked, smiling sheepishly at his sister. At this point, she had to be completely used to this, because that was exactly what he did to her at parties… ditched her. It was for a good cause, though, really, and if she was uncomfortable, of course he wouldn’t just leave her alone! Just, if she was actually comfortable… yeah, well, he wasn’t needed, and he preferred to be doing other things.

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[torrie baker]

The party was going great, many people had already arrived, the music was blasting, and the drinks were flowing. Torrie had seen many faces that she recognized and had even meet new people. She smiled and said hello to the people that she knew and even those that she didn’t.

She was enjoying herself. This was her type of scene. She liked partying, drinking… actually she like pretty much every social events where she could meet new people and mingle with the people that she already knew.

With a drink in her hand, Torrie was moving around the house, when she saw Devlyn and Millie arriving. With a big smile on her face, she approached them to say hello when she overheard Devlyn asking Millie if he could ditch her. Touching his shoulder, the young woman said “Don’t worry Dev, I got this one. If neither of you mind, I will gladly stay with Millie.” smiling softly at both of them, she waited to get an answer.

[camilla "millie" wesley]

A funky child with some words on my tongue

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Be like intake of breath and my mouth gets loose

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Devlyn has always been one of Millie's most favorite people. Some people don't like being a twin, feel like they've never been on their own or something lame like that. But not Millie, she adored her brother, and was always there for him. No matter what. Hey, maybe because they didn't look a like that caused her to feel more like an individual. Anyhow, Millie was just happy with her family life, and even though on occasion her brother could be a little annoying, she knew she was always going to have him to fall back on whenever she needed him. That's why when he came to her, asking her to go to this party, she hadn't thought twice about it. All right, yes, maybe she had a few reservations about going to the party, but not bad enough to keep her away. The thing is, people, other than her family, didn't understand her. Millie has this ability to say, and do the things that usually make people uncomfortable, or look at her like she had a horn growing out from between her breasts. See, bet you thought she was going to say horn growing out of her forehead. Nope, saying things in a way that make no sense whatsoever, that's Millie's thing. Oh, and a innocent honesty that has been known to make a few people steer clear of her.

Feet on the dash of the car, Millie looked out the window and waved her arms, and wiggled her fingers, repeating over and over "FLOO POWDER POWER, FLOO POWDER POWER!" Okay, she realized that Dev had mentioned it before they left the house, but her mind would tend to hold onto things, and spit them back out later. Pressing her forehead to the window, she shook her head, then mumbled, "People might be mean to me here, Devlyn." Even when she was little and in Muggle school, kids had always zeroed in on her, and would tug her hair, or just trip her for the fun of it. Sure, her mom and dad would go to the school and raise hell, do a little magic, but it always seemed to eventually fall back into the same pattern of other kids getting drawn to her, and picking on her. If it wasn't for Dev, it would have been total misery.

Getting out of the car, Millie mentally prepared herself for the evening, and walked quickly to the door. It was always about courage for her. The world of being a wallflower couldn't always be her world. For all Millie knew, she might just have fun. Walking in, she glanced at Devlyn when he spoke, then looked around when she heard a female speak to them, and smiled a little, "I'll be fine. Go do your thing, Dev. I'll chill with Torrie until her friends arrive." Over the years, the few parties they'd been to, Devlyn would always go off and do his own thing, and Millie would always manage. Eventually she'd find a corner, and occasionally talk to people that felt awkward about not knowing anyone, and just settled for her as a companion. But, once they saw someone they knew, they'd leave her to be all alone again, and usually not come back, not even to be polite. Millie didn't suspect Torrie was like that, but she'd been fooled before.

Deciding not to settle on a corner this early in the evening, Millie looked at Torrie and smiled again, "I'm craving some tea .. I'm not much of a drinker. I'm going to go on a kitchen hunt if you'd like to join me."Swinging her arms, then spinning around, Millie walked away to find the kitchen. Once there, and some searching, she proceeded to make herself a mug of hot tea, and park herself at the dining table, and relax. The place was basically empty, so for the moment, she didn't have to feel awkward about being the only person at the table drinking tea at a party where people were bound to be partaking in things a little stronger then camomille tea. "If you don't feel like hanging out with a boring person, I'd understand. I'm just going to drink my tea." Millie told Torrie, then began to sip.

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[rosemary volfkovich]

not many words • Linklinc/everyone • feeling excited • asdkhsdsa

Smiling as wide as her face would let her, Rosemary followed Linc into his house, and stopped near his side, looking at him in a way she was sure was bording creepy. Clearing her throat, she looked down at her shoes, the smile still somewhat in place, and only looked up when Caleb spoke to her. "Huh?" Rosemary gave him a blank stare for a second, then blinked and smiled, and realized that he wasn't speaking to her, he was asking Linc where the bathroom is. Maybe it was all that teasing he had done about her liking Linc that made Rosemary kind of block him out. It wasn't like she was purposely ignoring her brother, she was just super lost in thought. Yes, about Lincoln.

Turning a little, Rosemary watched as Caleb walked away, then looked back at Linc and smiled a little, "He's okay. He just doesn't like parties that much .. or crowds." Looks at him, her head tilted, "My dad kind .. well, not kind of .. he did tell him to come to the party with me and make sure I didn't find my way into trouble." Smiles sheepishly, "I don't always find my way into trouble, but it has been known to happen." Rosemary told Linc, not realizing as she spoke that she had been moving closer to him.

Rosemary took a few seconds to pull it together, and laughed softly at how idiotic she was behaving, "Uh, to answer your question, yes, we did find the place okay. It wasn't too bad at all." Looks around, "You really have a nice home." She added lamely, then shoved her hands in her back pockets, and smiled at him again. As soon as her words left her mouth, Linc managed to thunk his head on the wall. Yanking her hands from her back pockets, she cupped his cheeks and looked at his head, "Linc, what in the world!?" Rosemary exclaimed, then kissed the spot on his head where he bumped it, and guided him down onto the stairs near them. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" She continued to cup his cheeks, looking at the red spot on his head. "it looked like you hit it hard ... but I have to admit .. it was funny and very cute!"

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Dear god, what have I done?

Dev started slightly when he felt the arm on his shoulder, but smiled crookedly and nodded at Torrie when he realized it was her. He turned to look at Millie, to make sure she was okay with the proposal, then nodded again, smiling at his sister before raising an eyebrow, “Remember, our phones work outside of Hogwarts.” he smiled a little wider at her, “Anything happens, text, call, I’ll be there in a second, okay?” he asked, then cocked his head to the side, “Even if you just wanna talk, okay?” he said firmly, looking into her eyes even as he was walking backwards. Which, of course, led to him tripping over one of those little tableseat things that you were supposed to sit on or put your feet on, Dev never really knew, or understood, for that matter. Either way, they were uncomfortable. Especially when they caused you to fall over backwards and basically do a backwards somersault. Devlyn had never been a gymnast of any kind, so he was rather incapable of pulling off a smooth landing, let alone a smooth… standing up?

Still, he did it, as ungracefully as possible, waved at Millie, then turned around and went outside as quickly as possible. Oddly enough, not because he was embarrassed, but more because he was looking for someone. His options, as they’d been put in the owl he’d received, were outside, or on the roof. Personally, he preferred the roof, but he wasn’t sure about the person he was looking for. Also, he was somewhat sure as soon as he found her, she’d just run away anyways, so he was trying to be sneaky. Which meant walking forward, and being careful about the way he walked, and most importantly, being quiet. He scanned the backyard, standing still, then shook his head, smiling a little. He hadn’t thought she’d be lounging on the grass or anything, and actually, right now he wasn’t even sure if she’d be at this party. Probably not, because it was just some lame student party, and he was just a lame student too. Either way, it was roof time. He smiled a little as he started running towards the tree that one or both of the kids who lived here probably used to sneak out, then jumped onto the highest branch he could, climbing like the monkey he’d been since he and Millie were kids, swinging from higher branch to higher branch until he could get onto the roof just by climbing onto the branch he was on and jumping the distance between it and the roof. Actually, as soon as he was on the branch, he might just stay on it. It was more fun balancing, anyways.

But, as soon as he had sloth-swiveled his way on top of the branch, he saw the person he had been looking for. He smiled wide at her, though he wasn’t even sure if she’d noticed him. He stood up, balancing carefully before jumping onto the roof as agilely as possible. Maybe he hadn’t done a lot of gymnast moves, but in his family… well, let’s just say his uncle was basically all the guys in Jackass, and it had rubbed off on Dev. Aerials, jumps—including from roofs—and skateboarding, he did them all. So he thought he might actually be able to be agile, once in a while, if practice did anything for him. As soon as he was on the roof, he pulled out his pouch, then rummaged around in it, stretching the opening so he could actually look through it. Books, skateboard—who the hell’s cell phone was that? Oh damn… he hoped it wasn’t Millie’s. He frowned a little, then pulled out a blanket before putting his pouch back into his pocket, and finally laying the blanket out near to her, sitting down onto it and scratching the middle of his forehead, “Hi. Ummm, blanket? The roof’s a little iffy. Although,” he looked grimly at the blanket, “This has been a number of places… always washed, I promise you, both with a wand and the machine way, so that way it smells good… well, I’m taking my chances with the blanket.” he nodded, that settled for him, then just looked at her again. Then he realized that was creepy and stupid, so he looked up at the sky, smiling again. It was beautiful, the stars oddly bright at the moment. Maybe he was just used to California skies.

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[torrie baker]

After it was settled that she was to stay with Millie and that neither Dev or Millie minded that she wanted company at this little shading, Torrie witness Dev walking backward into one of those little tableseat things. Biting her lips to keep her from bursting out laughing at his not very smooth recovery, Torrie finally managed to swallow her laughter and smirked at Dev before turning back towards Millie with a bright smile.

Without having to place a word, Torrie learned that the other young lady wanted some tea, that she wasn’t much of a drinker and that she was going on a kitchen hunt. Nodding her head and shrugging, Torrie followed her, alcohol drink in hand, smiling all the way at the Hufflepuff’s antics. Torrie had never been one to judge on the looks. She knew that as a Slytherin the preconceive ideas that people had was that she should be making fun of Millie right now… but I guess you could say that she was not a true Slytherin. She had been raised as a muggle, although she had pureblood running through her veins; her adoptive parents had been considered middle class citizens, although once in Hogwarts she had learn that she was a sort of trust fund baby; She had been sorted into Slytherin when in reality once she had read about all the different houses, Torrie had always thought that Hufflepuff was the best one… probably because being a Hufflepuff had meant to her that no one was ever left behind.

Now don’t get her wrong, Torrie could be selfish and condescending, and when she wanted something she sometimes expected it to happen by magic… … plus she could be a real fury when you got on her bad side, especially if you went after her friends. She valued friendship, family and love on the same level. If you were her friend you became sort of her family… and if you were her lover, you instantly because her friend and part of her family. Anyone that had the bad luck of hurting her ‘family’ had better watch themselves.

Although she barely knew Millie and Dev, she considered them friends already, so to her, Millie’s eccentricities made her smile and enjoy the young girl even more. Looking at the Hufflepuff girl making her tea, Torrie sipped her drink in silence. The music that had been playing loudly in the other room could be heard quite clearly in the kitchen. The beat of the song made Torrie bob her head to the rhythm of the song that was playing.

As they both sat down at the table, Millie said something that made Torrie frown. “No I’m good, I’ll stay with you in complete silence if that’s what you want.” The Slytherin girl said with a smile “I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon. You’ll just have to deal with me sticking to you like a bee to honey.” Raising an eyebrow, and with a smirk on her lips, she waited to see the Hufflepuff girl’s reaction to her answer.

[haiden tessa jones]

Haiden didn't know exactly how long she'd been on the roof. She really wasn't a watch type of person, and it took too much energy to pull her phone out of her pocket to look at see. When she arrived, the sun was still up, but low in the sky, and after some day dreaming and cloud watching, Haiden enjoyed the sunset. Of course, after that, the stargazing ensued. The sky was beautiful tonight, as well as the weather, shockingly. One thing she didn't really enjoy about the area was the weather. Home--thinks blissfully for a moment about the weather at home--had some pretty amazing weather. Here, it was just soggy, and grey, and wet, and .. wet and soggy are basically the same thing. Doesnt' matter. All Haiden knew was that whenever she had a chance, she'd apparate very carefully back home, and sit on the beach. 

Listening to the music being played, Haiden tapped her toes together as she laid on her back, watching a cluster of stars that might not actually be a cluster of stars. Hey, they live in a world where Hogwarts exists, was it too much to believe that there's life on other planets, and at this moment they're using their dance club lighting skills to amuse her? Well, she didn't get the chance to ponder the space light show because she was hearing some sounds in the tree right near where she's sitting. Turning her head, Haiden looked in the direction of the branch, and watched as Devlyn arrived onto the roof. Raising her head some, lips curved in a slight smile, she continued to watch as he dug through a enchanted bag. After a moment, Devlyn was done, and Haiden was still watching him. Sitting up slowly, she crossed her legs and pulled them up so she could rest her chin on her knees, and waved at him. "Hi there." Stretches out her legs again, and moves onto the blanket he offered. "Uh ... as long there's no bodily fluids on it, I'm okay with it." Looks at Devlyn, and smiles a little. "Glad to see you made it. Welcome to the roof." Waves her arm like a model advertizing something huge and amazing. 

Laying back down again, Haiden glanced at Devlyn then back at the sky, "The music has been pretty decent. Considering." She told him as she placed her hands behind her head, getting comfy. "I considered coming down after the amazing sunset, and grabbing some food, but I decided against it. It sounds like more people are showing up." Looks at Devlyn again, but not looking away this time. "I'm impressed that you got up here so easily. Agile." Haiden grinned at him in a teasing way, "I was really taken with the dismount. Where did you learn your gracefulness?" Reaches over and pokes his side, letting him know she wasn't being mean, she was just messing with him.

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ifyouknowwhat'sgoodforyou

you wanna shake it like you just don't care. Would you please clap your hands? Now get up on your feet. I beg of you to get up and dance, it's such a crazy kick ass beat. Pardon me, the music is moving, moving from left to right. Apologies, for losing my cooling, losing the day to night

Jude was in the mood for a party, and thank the nonexistent gods, there happened to be one going on. Granted, it was at the house of a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw—not exactly promising for Jude’s standards, but he’d take what he could get today. He stretched slowly, muscles flexing after a hard day of… doing nothing, basically, then yawned as he dressed himself randomly from his closet. He wasn’t a big fan of anything relating to dressing up for anyone else—doing anything for anyone else, really—and he liked to reflect that in all ways. Which is why he didn’t bother trying to fancify his hair, which he found no problem with in the first place. Instead, he grabbed some floo powder and read the address of the place off of the flyer he’d been given. As soon as he was there, he walked out of the fireplace and tossed the flyer back into the fire—it belonged there, honestly, it looked like it had been drawn by a five year old… or by an exceptionally untalented Gryffindor. Jude was betting on the last one.

He surveyed the room, then shook his head. This was… one of the most pathetic parties he’d been to in his life. He supposed there wasn’t even butterbeer available… and it took him a second to remind himself of why he was here. Which was, evidently, purely because there was nothing else to do. He found a stereo and flipped it on, grimacing with everything in him when some boybander song came on, covering his mouth so as not to vomit everywhere. It didn’t seem nice to vomit, and while he wasn’t really in the business of being nice, cleaning up vomit… well, it was just one of those things you didn’t want to willingly make someone do. Even if it was just by waving a wand—there tended to be particles that didn’t get cleaned, and… Jude shuddered at the thought, then pulled out his wand and waved it at the stereo, smirking a little. He had only turned seventeen recently, and it still made him very happy that he could now wave a wand legally whenever he wanted to. Instead of boybanding, the stereo would now be playing some of Jude’s favorite party songs—oldies, but goodies, and perfect for people to dance to. He turned his smirk on the rest of the room and nodded, waving a hand, “You’re welcome, all of you, for the saving. Thanks can be given in the form of sweets, treats, and sexual favors. I’ll be in the kitchen if anyone needs me.”

He very nearly laughed as he walked slowly to the kitchen, aimed at finding something good, whether that was something to drink, or something to eat, he didn’t mind much. When he walked into the kitchen, he was unsurprised to find other human beings, and largely ignored them as they talked, rummaging through the cupboards until he found a lollipop. It wasn’t great, but it’d do. He unwrapped it quickly, tossing the wrapper in the trash, then started sucking, watching the two girls, “’Ow ‘ome ‘e’ ‘ein ‘ilen?” he asked, then removed the lollipop from his mouth and grinned at them, “In case you don’t speak troll, how come we’re being completely silent? That has the potential to be boring on so many different levels. Unless you two would like to make out, in which case, proceed, and don’t let my presence bother you.” he grinned, then blinked, recognizing one of the girls, “Millie, right? Where’s your shadow?”

TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

[harper mackenzie aspen]

Harper had been debating all day if she should or shouldn’t show up at the sure-to-be-boring fest that was being giving by some Gryffin-dork and his brother the Raven-klutz. Passing a hand through her hair, she was trying to figure out if this whole ‘party’ thing was worth the time and energy it would take her to do her hair… even if it was just a flick of her wand.

Being 17 was so much better than 16. Not only could she go clubbing, but now that she was 17 years old she could do magic legally … which removed all the fun from it doing it illegally, but Oh well! It was better than being caught by the Ministry of Magic.

Finally figuring out that her hair was ok as it was, HP went to her closet and picked the first thing on top of her clean pile of clothes and mentally told herself that sometimes in the next few days she would need to borrow her parent’s elf to do her laundry seeing how there were more dirty clothes on the floor than clean ones.

Smelling the armpit of her light green ‘The Clash’ t-shirt, it smelled clean enough so she passed it over her head and dropped it down over her skinny black jeans. Grabbing her rings from the jewelry box, and a shimmery silver scarf, Harper went to the door and put on her high-heeled wedge sneakers, grabbed her coat and was out of the door within 15 minutes of deciding that she would be going to the darn thing after all.

Apparating without splinching herself, she had a little moment of joy that quickly evaporated as she looked at the place where the party was being held. Rolling her eyes, she sighed and made her up to the house were some boy band music was blasting. That was until she was almost to the front door when suddenly the music changed to something more palatable.

Entering the house, Harper made her way through the most boring crowd ever. Deciding that she would need alcohol for this, she made her way into the kitchen where two girls were sitting at the table silently and where Brewer was sucking on a lollipop. “I see that you are still sucking.” She said with a small smirk that finally developed into a smile. “How have you Brewer?” she asked deciding to ignore the girls at the table.