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[reggiecattermcle-blog]

A house full of people was exactly the kind of thing Reggie liked to see. People having fun, people getting drunk, people dancing. Here and there, he saw a few people slip off together, and he’d made sure to make nice little signs to let them know exactly where they could slip off to for their fun, clearly marking rooms so that no one ended up in his parent’s bed. Ever the gracious host, Reggie was. It was also great fun listening to all of the drunken karaoke, seeing the spirit and the light in the room. And, of course, casual dress code. None of that fancy shit. 

As he slipped out of the kitchen, where he’d grabbed his third drink and chatted a bit with his brother, he glanced around, the bodies in the room almost making it hard to see anything, and he took a sip of his own drink. He’d been drinking less lately, which was maybe a good sign. And besides, he had to keep an eye on his own party.

A little grin tugged at his lips as he moved through the crowd, giving little ‘hello’s and ‘how’s it going’s as he passed, until he found a nice spot to survey the crowd, take a break for a moment, and he pressed his back to the wall, glanced to his left to see he wasn’t alone. “Having fun?”

[twistedmeadowes-blog]

“Cheers.” Dorcas knew how to enjoy a party. She’d gotten to Cattermole’s late, when the party was already pretty much in full swing, and had already started drinking. Of course she had. Fingers curled around the bottle in her hand as she clinked it against the one held by the person next to her, and then she took a long sip from it, eyes scanning, exploring the room. Cattermole definitely knew how to throw a party, that was for damn sure, and this was much more fun than the stuffy affairs she’d attended already this holiday season. 

Her eyes scanned the room for a moment, and she slipped away from the corner she’d been occupying, fully intending on making her way to the kitchen where she knew there were snacks, when her feet betrayed her and she stumbled into someone. “Shoot, sorry. Y’alright?” Her speech, slightly slurred, held a hint of amusement. She really shouldn’t be laughing at running into someone, but hell, it was a party. It was fun. 

[swordofdamoclesbelby-blog]

“Classless, he says, as if the man hasn’t been a pack a day smoker since he emerged from the womb himself.” Damocles rolled his eyes at his companion as he took a long drag from the cigarette. He’d been going back and forth with his father all evening, soft comments passed between the pair as they passed one another in the party. Damocles making a snide comment about his father being on his fifth drink, Mr. Belby making a snide comment back about Damocles smelling of smoke. 

And so, of course, he had to slip outside for another smoke.

He had been pleased when he had been joined, but had yet to actually glance at his companion. He did so now, lifted an eyebrow. “Smoke?”

[greernotdear]

There were exactly three order of business in Greer’s mind for the night:

Make sure this fucking dress is ruined by the end of the night in some way, shape or form.

Make sure something explodes. Or causes a big bang. Anything that fucks shit up, really.

Make sure to avoid that one person no matter what.

And there was a forth, kind of unwritten one: smoke as much as possible.

There was only one thing about her mother forcing her in this horrible dress, and that was that she forced Greer to carry a small purse with her too, which was perfect for her pack and lighter for sure.

She was standing by a half-open window - she wasn’t going to fucking go outside to freeze -, leaned against the wall, taking a long drag of smoke. “No, I am not giving you any cigarettes, don’t even ask,” she said as she felt movement near her, not even looking up who it was.

[missglenda]

To say that Glenda’s excitement died down as soon as she arrived to the party would have been a lie - it didn’t die, it was just suddenly overshadowed by the anxiety she felt. Did she look acceptable? Was she standing out because she barely knew anyone? Was this even a good idea?

She was trying to push all of that away, however - there was just too many things to look at, really. The entire house was more like a palace, really, it was decorated and there were just so many people and Glenda wondered what it could be like for those whose life looked like this every night, or every other night. It must have been crazy. How did they not die of exhaustion, spending so many nights dancing away?

Glenda was looking around, still kind of silently gaping at everything when she stepped back and managed to walk into a waiter carrying a tray of champagne, which all fell down to the floor and Glenda jumped again, now into somebody and please let this be the first and last clumsy thing that happens to her she was going to die of embarrassment if this was going to be a trend. “Oh gosh, so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you,” she said to the person behind her and then to the waiter too who was already kneeling down, trying to gather the broken glasses, so she carefully crouched down to help.

[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.

[art-weasley-blog]

Honestly, Arthur still wasn’t sure how he’d managed to keep his stash hidden from the professors and staff at Hogwarts. Sure he’d done his best to hide it, buried and charmed out of view, but surely someone would’ve seen him sneak down there late at night, by the edge of the forbidden forest to spend far too long tinkering away. Yet after two years of hiding most of what he considered his ‘muggle treasure’, no one had ever followed him or come upon the hidden chest. Though, maybe someone did and left it because to most wizards and witches it would just be a pile of junk. To Arthur, it was utterly fascinating. 

That afternoon he was toying with a cassette deck, the tape having gotten caught in the spindles of the machine, winding the film into a terrible knot. He’d yet to find muggle music he liked, but he still enjoyed playing it sometimes to see if anything would grow on him. He was about to cut the tape altogether, saying goodbye to the A and B side of the Mamas and the Papas, before a rustling in a nearby bush caused him to jump, tossing the cassette deck into his trunk and sitting down quickly on top of the storage container, hoping no one would ask questions if they emerged from the bush. 

“Oh... Hello...” Arthur greeted the person, his voice a bit tense. 

[macey-mckinnon-blog]

“You can stare, if you want. I don’t mind.” Macey tossed her hair behind her shoulder, her chin coming to rest on the palm of her hand. She leaned forward, elbow on the table as an eyebrow raised. “I’m a damn masterpiece.”