#adlucemevent

[lucius-malfoyarchive]

Loaded. Plastered. Knockered. Corked. Wasted. Lucius is anything but sober, and with all of the reasons. Girl problems? Family problems? All of the problems. Right now, he wants nothing more than to feel like it's not his problem. So he's centered on a small couch, one that's intentionally upholstered to match the other three in the room. Decorations are everywhere, all matching of course, and they screamed upscale in ways that the common could never afford. Whatever. Lucius taps a dark powder into his champagne glass, and as it mixes with the liquid inside, it does a whirly little dance and begins to sparkle. He brings the glass to his lips then, and begins to sip. "If you're sober, piss off-" He mumbles against the glass, a threat to whatever body had just blocked the overhead light as it passed through and stopped.

[itsmefrank-blog]

Frank is toasted and has managed to get himself away from James and Alice. Squinting his eyes, he lifts his glasses from his pocket and puts them on his face. It doesn’t help his actual sight. He’s been rambling on random topics for several minutes, and now he stares at the refrigerator he had up until now been holding a lengthy conversation. Apologizing profusely because he thought he was talking the ear off an actual person. He turns to the nearest person, or so he thinks is a person. “What does an annoying pepper do? It get’s jalapeno face.” 

The lamest joke likely at the party has him cackling as he refills his beer. Tilting his head to the person on the receiving end of the joke. “Hey mate. Want to hear another joke? Do you like peppers? Jalapeno peppers typically upset my stomach a bit. I suppose anything too spicy does. I think that’s normal though.” He chuckles catching himself starting to slur ramble off again.

[alcfrtsccc]

;;sleepover time [alice&frank&kings]

“Well, my dad just left because he insists on letting us have our own fun, whatever that means, really,“ Alice said as she walked back to her room where the other two boys were building the fort with a bunch of pillows and blankets. She stepped out to get the hot tea and chocolates and now there were three different colored mugs levitating in front of her, one for each of them, each holding the beverage they wanted.

“Oh, you guys are already so ahead, it’s looking great!” Alice smiled as she placed the mugs on her table and examined what the two boys did in the past couple of minutes. The fort was almost completely done already. “Can I help with something? More pillows or blankets, maybe?”

[ @itsmefrank​ & @stalwart-shacklebolt​ ]

[ohplunky-blog]

The tall gray-skinned boy stood with his uncounted drink in hand. How many drinks had he had at this party? He wasn’t sure. Everything around him seemed to be spinning and he couldn’t really focus. Standing upright after karaoking Three Dog Night’s Joy to the World, he stared off into space. Hearing the song in Mermish. Then it slowly starts to dawn on him that he didn’t actually sing in common English. No, he had belted the tune in perfect Mermish. An intoxicating harmony mixed in the tongue of a savage. When someone stops in front of him he gives them a friendly wave.

‘Hallo! You are going to sing next? (“Ajdskjadlsa skskd owiwlask skka?”) Unfortunately he spoke in Mermish instead of English and blinked slowly. This wasn’t good. He couldn’t remember even the simplest of terms, it was as if the language of his peers swam in his mind. Why did Dumbledore have to freeze the lake? To try and clear up what he meant to say he pointed to the person and then to the karaoke stage. “Lalalla?”

[al-evanmulciber-blog]

Alice ( @alcfrtsc ),

It’s incredibly quiet in the castle. How are you? Are you having fun with your family? I miss you and I want you here.

I’m nursing an owl back to health. Are you going to the Black party? If.. if you aren’t still mad  upset disappointed displeased we could meet in Diagon Alley? I hope you’re enjoying your time with your father.

P.S.: You said you wouldn’t leave, but you did vanish before break. Who’s the liar now? *heavily scratched out*

[junchangly-blog]

Jun was more of an academic scholar. Social events he didn’t mind, but they weren’t really his forte. Monitoring the people around him, he had started watering his drinks down or any beverage he had when he got there. Because he wanted to see his peers get trashed, but he didn’t necessarily want to lose control over himself. He wasn’t being a Debbie Downer though. No one knew he was watering the drinks down, and it just looked like his alcohol tolerance was ace.

He had stopped on his way back to the kitchen to chat with someone. A random classmate about boring subjects like the curriculum and stories they had ready over the course of break. Because break be damned he still worked. Then out of nowhere he felt hands around his waist and a head on his shoulder. “Hello..who..who is hugging me?” He tilts his head trying to figure out his vocalized question.

[anatomicallyburke-blog]

@rabastanlestrcnge

      Fluidity that was typical in his movements shifted to a sort of bizarre, jerkiness. The ebb and flow of the train combined with a packed hallway and the heady sort of high making his brain feel fuzzy had him misstepping. Adrian needed to sit, but he was a man on a mission.

     Where the hell was Rabastan?

     He was the only one Adrian felt like talking to right now as students sought clues and answers to this mystery. Maybe if he had paid better attention, he would have cared more, but Adrian’s mind was filled to the brim with other things that being attentive was impossible.  

     Each compartment was near-full and by the time he’d reached the end of the train, he was ready to throw himself in the nearest one, quitting his search, when he finally spotted his mate, brooding alone at a window seat. 

     “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Eyebrows,” Adrian announced as he slid the compartment door open and then shut before anyone else could try to shove their way in behind him. “Where have you been? Thinking about ways to hop off this thing without notice?”

[wxrmtxl]

Waking up in an unfamiliar train compartment in different clothes was certainly a new experience for Peter. He had been all alone in the compartment as he read the letter he had in his hand. A murder mystery game huh? That sounded pretty exciting and the thought that Dumbledore actually came up with all of this was quite incredible. He couldn’t believe this was something he was actually intrigued by, especially since he already knew he wasn’t clever enough to actually solve this.

The letter quickly turned to ash in his hands when he had finished reading it and it gave him a gentle reminder. He began patting at his pockets frantically and realized the pack of cigarettes he usually kept in his robe pockets were nowhere to be found in this new fancy suit of his. “Shit...” he cursed to himself as he picked himself up and left the compartment, hoping he’d find someone to help him out. 

“Oi, you wouldn’t happen to know if there’s anywhere I could find a pack of smokes on this train would ya?” He called out as he tried to catch up to the person he noticed walking in the other direction.