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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 12, 2012 14:00:10 GMT -5
Wednesday 15th September, Evening
The second week of term held a tradition which dated back as far as the Marauder's first week of school. They had taken to each other instantly, but it was a short while before they realised they had a shared interest in rule breaking. It started in first year with a beginning of term party that escalated to a year long's detention, but as they got older and their friendships progressed the annual party became something of a legend. They never explicitly advertised it nor did they reveal its location. It was in theory a very exclusive affair and one had to have the right contacts to receive an invitation. Everyone knew about it mind and everyone wanted in, somehow a vast majority of the school did. It was an event not to be missed and in their seventh year it had to be mind blowing.
By now the Marauder's magic had advanced well. They had each, bar Remus, managed to master the art of Anamagi and together they had pretty frightening abilities and knack for mischievous magic. Together their magic made it possible for this huge party to go under the radar. Students of every house and every year would be at this affair at the same time, so managing to convince their tutors that this was not the case was a bit of a chore. Complicated charms and hexes hid their location so that even the Marauder's map was unsure where the students had gone. Their relationship with the house elves catered the event, and madam Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks was kind enough to sell them some cheap booze. They'd even nicked a barrel of sweets from Honeydukes.
The challenge of the seventh annual induction party was that it had to top every previous gathering and any the future may hold. It had to be utterly legendary and unforgettable. Sirius was not particularly organised in any other aspect of life but for this he had taken at least a week to prepare. The charms alone had taken that long as this time they were for three times the area of the last. Any professor walking the fifth floor class rooms after dark that night would not hear a sound. Any prefects needing their fancy bathroom would they notice any company. But they'd unknowingly be wandering blindly through an army of students drunk out of their wits on life (and firewhisky).
So after a week of very little class work, much planning and excitement – Sirius was heading down to join the event. He and James had skipped class and been setting up most of the day and only finished an hour before to head up for a change of clothes and a shower. He donned a red toga trimmed with gold for the occasion. He planned to become an extremely hammered emperor tonight.
Sirius reached the statue of Boris the Bewildered on the fifth floor behind a large old classroom and grinned. “Alright Boris?” he asked casually. Boris gave him a blank look and Sirius indicated his gloves, “Think you’ve your gloves on the wrong way, mate.” The Bewildered statue looked much cheerier on hearing this, and promptly opened the door which lay behind him, suddenly filling the corridor with loud music and revealing the most extravagant party the school had seen. The statue acted in the same manner as the fat lady, the password being letting Boris know his glove related mistake. “Cheers Boris,” Sirius said, pleased they’d pulled it off. He disappeared into the crowd of toga bearing students and headed immediately for the huge fountain of alcohol they’d placed in the centre of the room. It was of epic proportions and depicted the marauders themselves in a God-like, Greek pantheon style. Sirius picked a glass and dipped it into the booze. All around him were more students then he’d seen in packed into one place outside a quidditch match, he acknowledged any faces he recognised and many he didn’t. A band played in the corner of the room, fire creatures swept dangerously low over head and the walls were a sea of red and gold banners. It may not have been a Gryffindor exclusive event, but it was very clear which house would be particularly unwelcome.
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Post by James Potter, Esq. on Sept 19, 2012 22:27:04 GMT -5
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There was very litle that James Potter took seriously. The annual induction party, however, ranked right below Lily Evans on Mr. Potter's list of priorities, and somewhere above breathing. It was one of the most important nights of the school year, and it was absolutely imperative that this year was the best of all. This year had to be the stuff of legends, the sort of party that would inspire the bards to sing of their greatness. If he and fellow Messeres Moony, Padfoot, and Wormtail were not issued medals by the end of the night, he would have failed his vision.
As James leaned against a Corinthian column surveying the party, he had to admit... this party was a work of art. Remus had managed to enchant dragons out of torchflame, encouraging them to sweep over the crowds, roaring spectacularly. James had managed a tricky piece of transfiguration, coaxing desks into ancient greek columns throughout the space. The fountain had been particularly tricky, but he and Sirius had managed to create rather glorious likenesses of themselves. Platters floated about the edges, covered in decadent sweeties and opulent finger foods. Peter, as per usual, had handled the food. Good lad, James thought with a grin as he popped a chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth. Pete always appreciated the finer things in life.
James was none other than Caesar, with his golden laurels and opulent toga. Arms folded, he grinned out at his adoring masses. This was everything he imagined and more. Patting himself on the back, he set off into the crowd. James was as charming as ever, laughing and greeting friends as he moved through the throng. He'd spent all day in this room and had yet to tire of the music echoing throughout the chamber. He congratulated himself once again for his phenomenal taste.
He spied Sirius at the fountain. James managed to extract himself from the attentions of a flirtatious Ravenclaw and sought rescue in the presence of his best mate.
"Padfoot, how lovely to see you!" He enthused, an almost manic gleam in his eyes. "You seen Evans, yet?"
Oh, James. You hopeless fool.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 20, 2012 2:24:10 GMT -5
Perched on the fountain, Sirius was admiring the costumes of his fellow classmates. There was something about fancy dress that made girls suddenly drop their standard a peg. Normally quite reserved girls were suddenly happy to wear skimpy little togas, and many other creative and equally risqué costume choices. He wasn’t complaining, far from it – it only confirmed to himself his own genius that he organised this event. Add a fountain of alcohol and it wasn’t even a fair game anymore.
James appeared just in time to save him from the Goddess of love who seemed a tad eager to expand on the many innuendos one could create from her costume. “Prongs, we just win, every time,” he grinned merrily, whisky in hand and already slightly tipsy from a day of casual pre-drinking. It was a monumental success thus far. His friend had to ask about Lily and Sirius wanted to shake the man, he kind of did with one hand on James’ shoulder half for stability and half to knock some sense into him.
“There are so many here who want it mate,” Sirius reasoned, pointing to the love goddess who was now literally on the floor – okay not the best example. No one could be that pissed already, surely? “Can’t you find a red headed nymph and get it out of your system?” They had travelled this route before and Sirius already knew the response from his friend, it was more than that. He wasn’t sure he really understood that himself, life was simple for padfoot, but he knew James’ predicament and truly felt for it. “Nah mate not seen her, but she’ll be here,” he reassured his friend, “Too big to miss. Evans may have to be against this out of principal but no one can be unimpressed by this.”
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Lily Evans
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Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't? Hurts, doesn't it?
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Post by Lily Evans on Sept 20, 2012 13:05:55 GMT -5
“I should not be doing this; I should definitely not be doing this...”
To anyone passing the girl’s bathroom next to the Seventh Year Gryffindor Girls’ Dormitory, the sing-song statement coming through the door might have sounded a little odd, especially considering the door was locked (and a fair few had tried – unsuccessfully – at breaking the charm). Almost every girl in the school had somewhere to be this evening, and that meant they were in need of a mirror. Unfortunately, the current occupant of said bathroom had decided that she didn’t want anyone else to see her, and as such there were at least ten mirrors out of action. Still, she reasoned, it wasn’t as if there weren’t plenty of others to use outside in the main castle. They would find somewhere. She needed the peace and quiet, and more than that, she needed to make sure nobody saw her getting ready. Seeing her there was acceptable – she could have shown up simply to keep everyone else in line – but to see her actually putting effort into her appearance beforehand? No, no. That simply would not do.
With a sigh, Lily Evans braced herself against one of the cold, white marble sinks in front of her, regarding herself in the mirror. For Morgana’s sake, she was Head Girl. Going to some party that was bound to be full of drinking and stupidity was...well, a stupid idea. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have homework assignments to be working on, or a hallway patrol that needed covering (since it seemed highly unlikely James was going to miss his own party), or in fact anything else to be doing. She didn’t know what she was thinking. And yet....She sighed, wrinkling her nose lightly in thought. Everyone in the girls dorms had been talking about it, and as much as she hated to admit it, she hated being constantly left out of their gossip because she’d been reading in the Library whilst they were all down by the Lake batting their eyelashes at boys. She was a seventeen year old girl after all, she deserved some sort of a social life, didn’t she? Besides, she was only going to go for an hour or so. Then back to the dorms and change for a patrol. Surely nothing could go wrong with that plan?
Resolving herself to the decision, Lily fixed the last of her curls close to her head with a pin, leaving a couple loose either side of her face, before smoothing out the toga that just about brushed the bottoms of her knees, above the golden sandals laced around her ankles. No mini-togas for her, thank you very much; she planned on keeping some vestige of dignity and reputation through this. In fact, the only reason it wasn’t floor-length was that the person she had modelled her dress on had worn knee-length for a reason – Artemis, goddess of the hunt and young women. A fake set of bow and arrows were strapped across her shoulder, and the finishing touch would come before she entered. Right then, she thought to herself with a sharp nod. Time to go.
Opening the door just a crack to peer outside, Lily made sure the coast was clear before exiting the bathroom and making her way to the statue she had heard everyone talking about earlier. She cleared her throat quietly to catch Boris’ attention. “Excuse me, Boris, but your gloves are on the wrong way around.” At this, the statue gave a shocked and very confused look, glancing side to side in question before shrugging and opening up. Clearly even a piece of stone hadn’t been expecting the Head Girl to show up. Drawing her wand from the rope belt around her waist, she gave a flick to her right side, picturing the moment she opened the letter and seeing the shiny, ‘H.G.’ lettered red and gold badge inside. As she did, a smoky silver doe stood knee-high at her side; the deer, the animal sacred to Artemis. With her Patronus, it had seemed an obvious choice.
Making her way inside, Lily was shocked at how many people seemed to be in attendance. Clearly this was one of the social events everyone used to talk about in previous years that left her confused and she hadn’t gone – it wouldn’t surprise her if at least half the school had turned up. She made her way through the room trying to spot Mary, Alice, someone she knew, and got about halfway before a silver tray full of glasses looking suspiciously full of wine zipped to stop in front of her. “No, thank you” she said, trying to side step the floating bar, but it simply followed, now taking it upon itself to nudge her. “Excuse me, do you mind?” Her voice was stern this time, like a teacher to a disobedient child, but if anything the tray seemed to grow more annoyed, now butting into her arm every second or so no matter where she moved. As she span around it for the third time, she spotted two very familiar – and probably guilty- people.
“Potter, Black! Will you please tell your contraption here to back off?”
Ah, the joyful tones of a hacked off northern Manchester gal. What a wonderful start.
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Post by Winter on Sept 20, 2012 17:23:03 GMT -5
Remus unlike his cohorts had not skipped class that day. When they had all asked him why he wasn’t going to join them in the set up he explained that they had been setting up all week and he felt certain he had done his part with the decoration and everything else, but since he missed quite enough class dealing with his furry problem he was no willing to miss anymore. The other boys seemed a bit miffed about it, but for the most part they seemed to understand at least that was what Remus assumed from the way they reluctantly allowed him to skip out on the final preparation besides if he didn’t go to class who would they steal notes from? He knew that they could probably be charming enough to barrow notes from anyone (at least James Padfoot and Prongs could), but it was probably better if they barrowed his since he would be paying extra attention just for the purpose. He had to admit that no one besides him seemed very focused on class. He knew that almost all of them were invited to the celebration and even those that weren’t probably knew about it. The saving grace of every single person in the entire school showing up was that only the people actually invited knew where is was and thanks to a bit of clever charm work, if he did say so himself, the location once read was not allowed to be shared with anyone not attending. He had a feeling it wasn’t fool proof there were sure to be crashers, but it would still be better than everyone spreading the word to everyone else.
Since he had gone to class instead of helping his comrades set up that day he volunteered to be there for the start in case the other boys needed to leave for some reason. He had a feeling they would be doing so to change at least. Remus had transfigured a sheet into his costume the previous night and was to be found in one of the boy’s lavatories directly after his last class trying to get the bloody toga to hang right. He looked in the mirror scrutinizing his white toga with gold trim and a red sash. She shook his slightly shaggy head. Why he had agreed to a Greek toga inspired party was beyond him, but he wasn’t the mastermind behind these parties so he had just allowed his friends to choose the theme. Looking in the mirror he was having second thoughts about that idea. Oh well it was too late now. He cast a quick disillusionment charm knowing it would do to be seen walking around the halls of the school in such a get up. He would take the charm off once he was at the party location.
He quickly arrived at the statue of Boris. He realized he would have to remove the charm or Boris wouldn’t let him in password or no password that was one of the worst things about Boris. “Boris your gloves are backwards” The statue let him in, as he knew it would. He looked around the set up. He had to admit it had really come together astoundingly well. They had all done their part and this would surely be the best of their parties to date. To date wasn’t good enough of course this was to be the party to beat for the rest of the existence of Hogwarts, at least that was the hope. They had done it. He wasn’t sure how but they definitely had the set up for a party to beat all parties. Now all that was needed were the guests and that was why Remus was here. One of the hosts had to be present when everyone else arrived right? He would rather it have been someone else’s job but he had gone to class instead of helping with the finishing touches so it only seemed fair really. He took a glass of butter beer from a floating tray. He didn’t drink it but he felt better just holding it for the moment. He watched the reflection of the flame dragons he had created cross the surface of the liquid as he waited.
It didn’t take long till the party was in full swing. He could have easily skip out on host duties since after a few minutes no one would have been able to find him if they tried and no one was. He was leaning against one of the walls keeping his eyes on the door waiting for his friends. He was a little socially awkward when alone but for some reason with his friends there he was sure he would be thrown into the party spirit and have just as much fun as everyone else was having. For now he was just going to drink his butter beer and hope it would at least lessen some of his inhibitions. It wasn’t long till he saw both James and Sirius. He hadn’t seen Peter yet, but like himself Peter had a tendency to blend in sometimes. He finished up his butter beer placed it on a tray as it floated by and started to wind his way through the people to reach the fountain where his two friends were located. It was nearly impossible to lose the two of them with James with his golden laurels and Sirius in a nearly blinding shade of red. He just reached them when he heard a very familiar though slightly unexpected voice. He tucked his head to avoid the fury of the red head. It was hard to cover his laugh at her irritation especially since it wasn’t at all aimed at him. “Think we made some of the treys a little too persistent?” He asked letting his lips crack into a smile that transformed his entire aura to a person full of fun and mischief, the person he wish he was more often.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 21, 2012 2:01:07 GMT -5
There was simply no doubting this do was a success. If anything were to go wrong, Sirius’ first guess would be something to do with the sheer size of this event and how many wasted people there were already. They’d chosen Wednesday because anyone who did transfiguration would have McGonagall first thing Thursday, a professor who took absence very seriously, and many more would have the brain taxing fun of ancient runes immediately after that. The thought of an entire school hung over for class and the prospect of such suffering amused him, as did the look he imagined on their teacher’s face.
Sirius looked from James to Evans knowingly, as though his mentioning her name had conjured her. He had to find her rant amusing. It might have been his own infectious intoxication, but he very badly wanted to get the girl drunk all of a sudden. And not for the agenda he usually held. She was fun once she loosened up and stopped trying to detain their mischief. Sirius had often suspected she would be a mastermind addition to their team were her inhibitions faltered. He scooped a cup full of booze from the mixer fountain and poured the rest of his straight Firewhisky into it for added toxicity. “It is merely a dedicated soul looking out for the interests of our valued party guests,” Sirius explained in as serious a voice as he could, holding the drink out for her. “Drink up Evans and it’ll soon be satisfied enough to move on for the corruption of some other sober fellow. Merlin knows there aren’t many left around here.”
Then Remus appeared from the hoards and Sirius bored his happy drunk grin, throwing an arm around his friend. “Moony! I don’t think we made them persistent enough! For instance, are you drunk enough?” he asked seriously, attending class meant missing out serious pre-drinking time. Sirius once again dipped into the fountain, wondering if they’d ever manage to drink it dry. Rosmerta had been awfully generous throwing in a few extra cases of the mixed stuff. Sirius was sure she held a soft spot for one of them, and he almost certainly had one for the lovely land lady. Flirting with her was a hobby, the drink was a perk. He handed the glass to his friend merrily, “I must insist you catch up mate!”
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It was the first year that Alice had been invited. She had heard of the previous years events, but she had never received a letter nor a verbal invite. Alice had simply assumed it was the sort of event that only attractive people attended. It had been quite a surprise that she had come back to a little envelope on her pillow three nights ago. The oblique invitation had confused her, but the girls in her dormitory were eager to explain. A toga party, hidden away in the castle, hosted by The Marauders. It would be social suicide to refuse attending, so put your bloody pride away and come with us, Alice.
Alice was amazed the professors hadn't found out. The gossip of the party was spreading like wildfire. Girls batted their eyelashes at lads they hoped to go with. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, the common room about to burst with anticipation. Alice wasn't sure how she felt. She should have been excited as well, but instead... there was a little bubble of bitterness in her heart. It seemed a silly thing. She was good enough now for their little parties, shouldn't that be what mattered? She should just let it go. She'd always wanted to know what these to-do's were like and now she would get to find out. She could sate her curiosity for once and for all.
Staring at herself in the mirror, Alice couldn't help but hate her reflection. It was a mad thing. She should love her body, the clean lines of her torso. Her flat stomach, her sculpted thighs and the graceful curve of her hips. She'd worked so hard for this. She'd pushed herself to exhaustion, run hundreds of miles and sweat off every god damned pound for this. She should be so happy.
But at least when she was fat, she knew who her real friends were.
"Alice, come on, we're going to be late!" One of her dormmates, Cassandra, called. Last year, the black haired girl hadn't wasted much time on her. Now she was more than happy to include Alice in their late night gossip and other activities. Alice tried to keep the resentment out of her face. She shouldn't look this gift horse in the mouth. She had wanted this so badly for years. To be included, to be looked upon as an equal instead of that shameful fat girl.
"Coming," she offered, glancing at herself. She'd dressed as Mnemosyne, mother of the muses. Her golden toga was tied with hemp, a daring split running up her thigh. Blue fabric wrapped about her arms, matching the delphinium pinned in her hair. She didn't even recognise herself. What had she compromised to become this person? Was she still inside this body, or was she someone else entirely?
She turned from the mirror and joined her house mates, a grim smile on her face.
Alice felt a bit lost. There were so many people. She couldn't even hope to name half of them, but they were certainly very friendly. Well, they were very drunk, she amended. It was almost alarming how much alcohol The Marauders had gotten ahold of. It was even more alarming how much her dormmates were putting away. How did tiny Cassandra Hawkings have room for all that drink? It was a true mystery. The more they drank, the more shrill their voices became. Alice hadn't thought it possible for a human voice to reach such a high pitch.
When her dormmates launched into an especially raunchy version of "What Shall We Do with a Drunken Keeper", Alice decided it was time to find new company. Escaping a hand that meant to pull her into a very unstable cancan line, she flitted through the crowd. Her half-empty wineglass kept most of the floating platters at bay.
The crowd buffeted her about, until it deposited her neatly beside the most tacky fountain she had ever witnessed in her sixteen years. She gaped at it, a vaguely horrified expression on her face. James Potter's likeness was leering in a way that made her feel like she needed a bath. Or a stiff drink. She finished her glass of wine, hoping it would somehow bleach her brain of the image. No? Bugger.
Luckily, however, she was conveniently placed near a familiar redhead. Lily Evans, probably the kindest, most sensible person in Hogwarts. If there was anyone least likely to flash her knickers in a cancan line, it would be her. Alice bounced over, feeling peculiarly warm and giddy. She wrote it off as nerves. Or perhaps the three glasses of wine she had consumed in the past hour. Hmm. Well, at least her knickers weren't on display.
"You look particularly murderous tonight, Lily," she greeted her friend, a cheeky grin dimpling her face. She linked arms with the tall redhead, feeling surprisingly friendly. Lily was safe. Lily was not going to feed her to the wolves and giggle at her expense. Lily was also dazzlingly pretty, and Alice was very good at fading into the background beside beautiful people. She looked to the platter nudging Lily's other arm hopefully. "Aw! Here you go, you poor thing!" She placed her empty glass on its silver surface, claiming one for herself. The platter purred in contentment, and she shot it a suspicious glance. Was... was that a tabby pattern on it? Was this platter actually a kitten? Wait a minute...she knew that splotchy pattern... it even had the vaguely phallic colouration where its head would be...
"That's my cat!" She said, mustering up as much indignation as she could in her tipsy state. There was no real anger in her voice, and her amusement was evident. She was trying so desperately to look cross, but her grin betrayed her. Her cat was the dumbest animal in the castle. She wasn't surprised someone had managed to catch him and transform Mr. Tibbles. "Which one of you transfigured my cat?" She rounded on the Marauders, arching her brow.
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Post by James Potter, Esq. on Sept 21, 2012 18:47:06 GMT -5
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James only had to shoot Sirius a look. They'd had this conversation a hundred times before, and they both knew how it was going to pan out. James knew he was an idiot, knew he should throw in the towel, but he just... couldn't. Every time he tried to move on from Miss Evans, she managed to just be all around amazing and pull him back in.
"I certainly hope... so..." James trailed off. As if by magic, his musings had brought her to him. James gaped for a moment. For the third time in his life, he was at a complete loss for words. Suddenly, he was very pleased Sirius had suggested togas. He was going to recompense Sirius quite handsomely for his fit of genius.
Lily was... well, Lily. And as beautiful as she was, she immediately began scolding him and Sirius. Luckily, Remus arrived. Lily surely wouldn't murder him with Remus around! He couldn't help the stupid grin crossing his face. His life was incredibly perfect. He shot the patronus a peculiar look. A doe? James tried very hard not to get his hopes up, but emboldened by drink and the thrill of such company, it was proving impossible.
"The tray just wants you to have a lovely time," he offered diplomatically, eyes twinkling from behind his glasses. He was about to offer some charming line, when another witch linked arms with Lily quite happily. James blinked. Uh... oh, right, Wyman.
What was it about Gryffindor women that made them so accusatory? Nevermind the fact they were right. It was the principle of the thing! They never gave The Marauders the benefit of the doubt.
"Wyman, you wound me! We would never transfigure someone's cat unless it absolutely deserved it." And, cats being cats, did so often deserve to be transfigured. How was a bloke supposed to breathe properly when the foul little beasts were around? Honestly. "Besides, I'm sure it's very happy with its newfound lot in life."
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Post by Lily Evans on Sept 22, 2012 4:49:45 GMT -5
As Sirius approached with a cup extended to her, the redhead quirked a brow and surveyed the room. The can-can line that had looked shaky to begin with snaking around the tables and guests had now collapsed in the middle into a giggling heap of girls on the ground, some of whom seemed thoroughly unable to right themselves without some assistance. She glanced over towards the area of the floor cleared for dancing, and quickly and purposefully snapped her eyes back to the small group now assembling. She was sure she knew that girl from Arithmancy – a Hufflepuff if she remembered correctly – and Lily had always considered her a quiet, sensible type. Being swung around upside down with your legs around a boys waist just wasn’t something she could have foreseen. It was no wonder she had never officially been invited to these things before (sure James had badgered her constantly every year, but he was the only one); unreserved debauchery simply wasn’t the Evans style. She folded her arms loosely, brow still raised as she looked from the drink to Sirius.
“Right, like I’m going to trust anything you give me,” she quipped, instead reaching out and taking the least full glass of red she could find on the tray and raising it to him slightly before taking a sip. Though not a great lover of alcohol, she had to admit, it wasn’t bad. They obviously had a connection somewhere to get so much. Her eyes rolled as Sirius then moved on to bringing Remus down to his level. Having been a Prefect with him in previous years, Remus was the one Marauder she had been friendly with on a fairly constant basis. Despite his involvement with the others, he was still studious, kind, and a good friend. Obviously he never took her side when she tried to land the Marauders in hot water, but she expected as such. Loyalty amongst thieves did exist, apparently.
“I can have a perfectly good time, Potter, without letting everyone know what colour underwear I’ve chosen,” she said, leaning to the left slightly to see over James’ shoulder as a girl fell onto a chair behind him, a shocked look crossing her face for a moment “or whether I’m wearing any at all, apparently! Talk about charming the pants off a girl...” She would have gone further into a rant, but the surprise at the sight and the appearance of Remus had calmed her somewhat. Besides, with this many people around she hardly wanted to be known as the girl who ruined their night. Lily may not have been one for staying up all night and dancing till dawn, but for a lot of people in the room this was their last year at Hogwarts, and as much as she hated the daft grin that had spread across James’ face, she had to admit he and Sirius had done a pretty good job. Of course, this was something she would never admit out loud, along with other thoughts that had recently been creeping into her head about the bespectacled young man before her.
She had been about to scold the drink tray with a few more unkind words as it hovered, but was cut short by an arm linking through her own and a pleasant, familiar voice that brought a genuine smile to her lips. Unlike most in the school, Lily had always held Alice Wyman as a good friend, and nothing in their relationship had changed since her transformation, except that perhaps they spent a little less time together now Alice was part of the ‘popular crowd’. Her stance immediately softened, a little more relaxed now she had someone sane to talk to; although her fellow female did appear slightly less stable on her feet than Lily herself. She reminded herself to make this her one and only glass.
“Well you look particularly lovely yourself,” she replied with a smile, shaking her head as Alice lamented for the drink tray. “Aw, don’t go petting it and encouraging it,” she quipped, taking a sip of wine and then clearly almost choking on it when her friend revealed the original form of the tray that was now floating around the other guests readily emptying it of its load. She knew that tone of voice from James well enough to know he was lying, and would have said something had Alice not apparently found the situation rather amusing.
“All that poor creature would have had to have done to deserve it was tread on your broomstick. Honestly, it had better be perfectly alright when you transfigure it back or Merlin help me I’ll be the first Head Girl to ask the Head Boy to serve detention for reckless use of magic on school grounds.”
Really, she should be reporting it now. She should have been back to her dorm, changing into her uniform and heading straight to a professor’s office to report this whole evening. The drinking, the magic, the misuse of school rooms. And yet....whether it was the fact Alice was with her, or being out of the ‘Head Girl’ role for just an hour, or the fact that she was slowly spending more time around the Marauders (and even finding them...amusing)....she simply let it slide. For now.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 22, 2012 5:30:10 GMT -5
Sirius got the reaction he had expected from his friend. Even he had to admit, Lily looked particularly stunning that evening. She was a very attractive girl, and a lovely person when she wasn’t shouting at him, Sirius could certainly see the attraction for James, he just hated to see his mate go through the same cycle time and time again with this girl. Admiration, flirtation, hope, rejection and uncharacteristic depression. It was no fun at any pillar of these. Still, he had his duties as a best friend and a wing man ,and he would never allow his opinion to interfere. Who knew – tonight might be the night to break the evil cycle.
A loud crash and an applaud and some young Hufflepuff ran crying and embarrassed from the room. They had one less bottle of sprit for the evening. The girl was overreacting a tad, they had plenty more where that came from for one night and a flurry of roman servants had already cleared the mess up.
Lily had said something about having no underwear and on Sirius perked his interest. He had been unfortunately distracted and missed the start of that anecdote enough to confuse him a tad. Evans was almost certainly not THAT girl, but as a simple teenage boy he was certainly thinking about her underwear now - so James’ mind must be positively bursting. “Thank you for the charming mental image, Evans, perhaps I should start a survey,” he suggested, following her gaze and wishing immediately that he hadn’t. Skimpy toga was one thing, but there were some lines of desperation nobody needed to cross.
Wyman joined them and quickly backed Lily in her abuse of him and James. Standard female behaviour. Why Remus managed to avoid this so frequently he would love to know, he was responsible for half the debauchery here! James had no chance now they had formed a ‘pack’. Sirius gave her his most innocent grin. “We’d never dream of such a thing,” he promised sincerely. Evans was only inflaming the situation threatening them, or rather threatening James. “What a terribly cruel mind you two girls have to invent such a story,” he did his best to look indignant, as though this story was a malicious rumour to incriminate them, before softening with a shrug and adding, “Besides, it was Peter.”
Padfoot strangely enough was a dog man, but he did have time for cats – they certainly had time for him. He often wondered what it was about him or his smell that brought the little creatures to him. Perhaps it was the same unfortunate attribute that brought crazy women to him. Either way there were always plenty of apparent strays round him in the common room and although he’d never hurt one; the temptation was there to experiment and neither him nor James needed much encouragement. They also had house elves dressed up in little togas, but the trays were more fun.
“Anyway, I distinctly recall we were talking about underwear and nudity do continue to educate us Lily. Wyman pipe in any time you like,” Sirius invited with a rather excitable grin.
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Alice Wyman
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Post by Alice Wyman on Sept 22, 2012 15:39:37 GMT -5
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"Oh, Lily, he's fine, look at him!" Alice was laughing, watching her transfigured cat chasing after a rather sober and uncomfortable looking Ravenclaw lad. She grinned as the tray went for his ankles, as if trying to nip at them, spilling wine in the process. "Look, I'm not too upset. Little shit puked in my shoes yesterday, made me late for Charms."
The Ravenclaw was practically running from her cat-tray, and Alice couldn't help but giggle. Mr. Tibbles was a very persistent cat, and very un-feline like in his pursuit of affection. She glanced up as Black mentioned Peter. Who... oh, their mate. Alice had been under the impression that he wasn't the cleverest wizard in the bunch. Maybe she was wrong. Animal to object transfiguration wasn't exactly easy.
"Really? I ought to thank him then," she remarked, watching as her cat-tray disappeared in the crowd. She took a sip of wine, dropping her head to Lily's shoulder. Lily was very warm. Alice wasd beginning to regret drinking so much. She was definitely going to make an ass out of herself sooner rather than later. She could only hope Lily would keep an eye out for her and bail her out. She wasn't exactly pleased by the idea of ending up in a cancan line or worse.
Black, of course, aimed to direct the conversation towards rather indecent things. Alice quirked a brow, looking between him and Lily.
"Not exactly my area of expertise, sorry Black. However, I happen to know for a fact that Cassandra Hawkings would absolutely love to show you her knickers. She wouldn't shut up about it, spent over an hour selecting them." Alice scrunched her nose, remembering the drama of the dormitory. Cassandra should have been a Slytherin, with the way she schemed for power and social status. The slight blonde was determined to snag herself the ultimate trophy in Black, and Alice honestly couldn't seen the appeal. Black was good looking enough, she supposed, but he was too... much. Too theatrical, too flirtatious. She wasn't sure how much of him was real. "They're red, I believe."
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Post by James Potter, Esq. on Sept 23, 2012 12:45:25 GMT -5
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"See, no harm, no foul," James offered, hoping that Lily's indignation was sufficiently soothed. He was having a very difficult time keeping himself from making a fool of himself. Lily mentioning a lack of knickers had sent a very graphic, very delicious series of images dancing in his head. He wouldn't win points for acting like a letch. But he had to admit, it was getting very difficult to focus. It certainly didn't help that Lily was looking especially gorgeous and tempting in her toga.
Focus, James! That advice wasn't very easy to follow. Especially as Lily was the one who had brought up the whole topic. James elected to claim a flagon from another floating tray and dip it into the fountain. Sweet, delicious booze. Nectar of the Gods. Liquid courage. Or stupidity. Or both! Either way, this was bound to get interesting.
"Hawkings, eh?" James shot Sirius a wicked grin, noting the name for future reference. After all, it was his sacred duty as best mate to harrass Sirius as much as possible. "She's a bit scary, mate. I'll protect you, don't worry."
That was a bold-faced lie. But, ah, well, that's what mates are for. Driving each other mad.
"But, I digress. You were saying, Lily...?" And cue the charming grin.
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Lily Evans
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Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't? Hurts, doesn't it?
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Post by Lily Evans on Sept 23, 2012 14:07:32 GMT -5
“Peter? Really? Huh...”
Though Lily didn’t like to think little of people, she was honestly surprised Peter Pettingrew had pulled off such a good piece of magic. He had never struck the redhead as the most talented wizard around, and he always seemed to be in the background. He stood in the shadows of Sirius and James, and honestly as far as she could see he seemed quite happy there. He got the protection from the two of them, but also got to be involved with the so-called ‘cool’ guys in their year group. As long as he was happy, she supposed, there was no problem with it. Besides, as much as she didn’t approve of it’s current application, he was obviously becoming quite an accomplished wizard himself by playing a part in their antics. And everyone knew Lily was all for academic improvement. It was ust a shame none of them (bar Remus) seemed to channel their energies into actual assignments, or though she hated to admit it, they could easily give her a challenge for top marks.
“And we’ll see about the ‘no harm’ part when it’s transfigured back. You may not be responsible, Potter, but I’m sure you don’t want your friend ending up in detentions either. Merlin forbid any more of your crazily concocted little schemes be foiled by lack of one of your members.”
In past years, her tone would have been a lot more scathing. When she and Severus had been close, Lily had positively despised everything about the Marauders, James in particular. Their messy uniforms, their misplaced (in her opinion) arrogance, the way they were able to sneak about the school without anyone knowing, their blatant disregard for anything even resembling a sensible rule; all had been just cause to dislike them. Added to that the fact that they were bullies at the time, and the redhead had wanted nothing to do with them. However, after the incident in Fifth Year, Lily had found herself spending a lot more time around her housemates, which had in turn led to spending a lot more time in the general presence of the Marauders, and though she hated to admit it, they had changed. That or she had been wrong about them the whole time, but she simply refused to accept that as even a remote possibility. So now, rather than sharp and insulting, her tone was lighter, sarcastic in the way that only someone who could be considered a friend would normally get away with. The small smirk on her lips gave this away further, as she took another sip of wine, noting that perhaps she should slow down; she was already halfway through and counting.
Of course, though, as soon as the conversation had any hint of lewdness the two boys pounced without hesitation. Green eyes rolled to the ceiling with a light shake of her head, loose curls bouncing either side of her face. Clearly also bored with the conversation, Lily’s Patronus deemed itself fit to wander off around the room, causing a confused expression to briefly pass her face. How rude. Still, it would probably fade to a wisp of silver smoke shortly; she was hardly concentrating hard enough on her happy memory any more. No, she was concentrating on the very excited looks on the males’ faces, and it seemed Alice had picked up on it too. She was suddenly very pleased to have another girl present, more so one she got on with very well. As much as Lily would make sure Alice didn’t do anything stupid, Alice was normally the one who tried to keep Lily in line when an argument was brewing. She usually knew what to say to keep direct insults at a minimum.
“Honestly, wipe those stupid grins off your face the two of you. You’re lucky I’m not a Leglimens Potter, or I’m pretty sure you’d be losing...certain appendages for what’s going on in that twisted brain of yours.”
Oh, god. It had seemed like such a good retort, but now...appendages? Really, Lily? Now you’ve left yourself wide open for question on why you were thinking of said parts anyway. What was it with James Potter always bringing out the idiot in her? Of course that usually led to a heated row and one of them storming off, but with everyone around and Alice here...no. Better to try to change the subject, and quickly. She had a quick enough brain, after all. Still, another larger gulp of wine was quickly taken.
“So, Alice,” she said, glancing to her friend she was sure would bring her out of this situation, “are you dressed so lovely for anyone special? Other than our good selves, of course.”
It was one thing Lily didn’t have much experience with. When the other girls in the dorm were talking about so-and-so from Ravenclaw, she and Severus had been cooped up in the Library reading to one another, or talking a walk around the more secluded parts of the castle. She had often been asked if there was more to their relationship than just friendship, and she had always said no. The fact was, Lily had never really felt that way about a guy, and other than James no guy had ever shown much interest. Well, there was a boy in Sixth Year who had dared ask her out to Hogsmeade, and he had swiftly ended up with a stay in the hospital wing after a hex that left him unable to open his mouth without a toad’s croak coming out. Lily had the sneaking suspicion it was the work of a Marauder, but no proof.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 24, 2012 15:25:01 GMT -5
The girls seemed to buy the Peter gag, which surprised Sirius a great deal. Peter was deceptively talented with some magic, and after mastering one of the more difficult areas of transfiguration, Sirius had some faith that he could manage turning a cat into a plate. He wasn’t however completely certain, not enough to risk the poor creatures health. But Peter was always perfect for one thing – the scapegoat. And in this instance it seemed to have gotten James off the hook somewhat. “Really, Evans, what is it about Peter’s magical ability that you wouldn’t trust him with this?” he asked, looking quite offended, “The damn creature came wanting attention and we’ve given it a night of getting pet by happy drunken strangers! Cats happier than ever – what more could it want?”
More importantly, naked women. “Not your area of expertise – underwear? How unfamiliar are you with the concept?” he probed, eyebrow arched as Wyman deflected the question to their red headed fiend. Sirius had to laugh aloud at Lily’s response. Everyone was better off not knowing the contents of Prongs’ currently rather simple mind.
Evans then steered the conversation further south and Sirius had to give her a rather perplexed look. “Really, Evans, perhaps it’s you who has the filthy mind. I’d rather not think about any of James’ appendages if it’s all the same to you.” He shot James a wink, thinking to himself how likely it was that his mate’s head was quite literally about to explode. Lily hadn’t given up on their childishness and stormed off yet, there was definite improvement in her tolerance of their stupidity. Even Sirius could see some hope there.
Alice mentioned the name of another Gryffindor and Sirius could only shrug. It didn’t surprise him, nor did it interest him. It was potentially useful information as to who he should avoid this evening. Any girl spending such a disproportionate period of her life choosing her underwear with him in mind had to be slightly unhinged or dangerous for his health. James’ expression was no less worrying, the combination of these dangers and his intoxicated state could not end well. “Well as flattering as that is, that’s a tad creepy - and I don’t believe that for a second Prongs,” Sirius admitted, swigging a drink and surveying the room for predators, “In any case Wyman, you’ve certainly taken the fun out of finding out. I’ll have to move on to someone else’s underwear.”
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Sept 27, 2012 15:59:27 GMT -5
Rab had been waiting for this moment since they departed Hogsmeade station that weekend. All he could think of was the excitement of the fear and pain in the girls eyes as she suffered for her famliy’s mistake. It was what he had joined for, nothing would keep him from this event.
Amycus was certainly confident he had the girl’s location that evening and Rab could only conclude from the rumours circulating the school that every student outside of his own house (and many within it) would be at this event. Four apparently well connected blood traitors had organised it – Potter and Black being the recognisable duo. Rabastan had heard about the suffering of the noble house of Black when their first heir Sirius betrayed them. He could only pity the family, but he did have to think with a proper upbringing that would never happen. The Potters were already blood traitors, a waste of pure blood. It was no surprise that their own heir spent his days chasing after mudbloods. Both were an embarrassment, this entire event was gathering of the worst traitors in the school – but Rab of course was not here for the piss up.
Rabastan wore dark robes with a hood, and covering his face a fascinatingly hideous mask. The theme of this affair was one of the ancient world and Rab felt it would be rude to go against this. Not to mention, he certainly did not want to stand out this night. His mask was an antique from the theatres of ancient Greece, a intricately carved deformed screaming face with a deathly white complexion, a laurel crown, two horns and blood pouring from black shadowed eyes. These things were by their nature exaggerated for the purposes theatre and tragedy, so it seemed only right for the evening. Rab had provided his accomplices with similar disguises, as tonight they would commit horrific crimes more dreadful even than the imagination of Greek playwrights could conjure.
The password worked for him, as had been promised. The statue opened a door and suddenly the presence of half the school out of the minds with alcohol became apparent. If he had before, Rab didn’t have to fear being noticed. As he manoeuvred his way through the crowd he wondered how the hordes of drunks would feel in the morning when the first attack overtook the party as the hottest gossip. He reached a hugely extravagant fountain of what he assumed to be alcohol and filled his cup. It was a night he had been waiting for a long long time, and if he had to mingle with these traitors – why not enjoy their booze?
Through the pounding of the music, a familiar voice nearby caught his interest. His eyes flickered to the bubbling group nearby and he realised the offending tone was that of Wyman, the girl he had briefly encountered in the owlery earlier that week. Rab knew he had some time before he had to be in position, he approached the girl and reached his hand out to touch her arm. He could be anyone beneath the mask, but the snake winding up his wrist was a give away for those who knew. He tugged slightly, urging her away from the pack.
“Wyman, have you seen the fire dancers?” he asked, his voice attempting some warmth for the sake of his disguise. Rab had no idea if there were fire dancers here, but it seemed a lavish addition typical of this event. For a girl so interested in him, so apparently romanced by his mark, she currently kept the worst company and he was curious what justification she would have.
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