#semperevent001

[lilyluun]

Bopping back and forth to the music, Lily desperately tried to forget her entirely embarrassing completely regrettable interaction with the secret man of her wildest dreams. Ever since breaking up with her dumb (as a bag of literal bricks. How do you not notice magic for a year? Oh that’s right you liked your skateboard more than your girlfriend) muggle boyfriend, she’d felt just entirely ugly. He who must not be named, a nickname for her ex she didn’t dare voice to anyone but her siblings and Niamh, was at least good for boosting her self esteem. Maybe the blood wasn’t helping. Half the people she’d seen tonight had thought she was a zombie anyway. Lily made a promise to herself to stop the next person who bumped into her and luckily she wasn’t waiting a long time. “Hey! Who do you think I am? Do you like get it? The look? Or am I completely off base and do I look stupid? Honest answers only, okay?” 

[apxllokim-blog]

“I don’t really see the appeal in these things other than costumes.” Apollo mused, sipping from his glass that he had narrowly missed Hermes or Eros slipping something into it. Hermes would have pulled some prank on him, but Eros was one to spike the drinks, and Apollo was just not into that. He scanned the room for his younger sister, tugging on the green fabric that covered his body. Sure the costume was nerdy, but Apollo loved to read, and one of the first chapter books he had ever read was Lord of The Rings, and well... elves were cool. “Everyone just comes to dance and get drunk.”

[xgillyweedx]

GILBERT BAGMAN // A TREE

[beatrice-zabini-blog1]

Beatrice had somehow managed to pull herself up onto one of the tables that sat with decorations. Her drunken mind completely turned off as she giggled, dancing to the music, a smirking Professor Zakari in the corner. He was head of house and he adored her, she had been a teacher’s pet for him from the start. She had a glass of (admittedly spiked) punch in her hand, as she swayed to the beat, giggling like a mad woman. The Professor walked towards her and she gave him a wink “Come on, Beatrice, off the table.” “Nope!” “Bea, come on. I’ll have to take away house points.” “Do it, I dare you,” she stuck her tongue out at the professor who just shook his head. Spotting a familiar head of hair from the corner of her eye, she gasped out “Ary! He’s trying to take away house points for having fun. That’s not real!” 

@aryfaust

[erxscha-blog]

“Don’t STEP on my CAPE.” Eros pouted, his short blonde hair ruffled and falling into his eyes slightly. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit tipsy, but hey he was legal now. (Granted alcohol wasn’t allowed on school grounds, but Eros had his ways. His brother was a particularly bad influence on him.) “I worked really hard to find this, you know. I had to practically beg my mother to send it from Korea. Owls take a long time you know!” His cheeks are flushed slightly, and his high lilt is accented with lofty giggles. “Lil H thought I looked pretentious, but I’m a PUREBLOOD! I’m ALLOWED to be pretentious sometimes am I right?” Eros has a habit of speaking his mind without a filter when he’s sober, and being tipsy is definitely not helping the brain to mouth filter. 

[violetslongbottomarchive-blog]

Fingers encircled around wrists as Violet walked up to her fellow student, twirling around so that she was face to face with them. She was quite pleased with how her dress twinkled in the light (really the only perk to wearing such a long, useless piece of material - however it was Halloween and she was embracing the truly scary). “You owe me a dance.” she said, backed up by a firm nod. And well, was it true? Maybe. It seemed like most of her friends had ditched her, and the ones she did find didn’t share her want to dance. Maybe the person in front of her didn’t either but the Gryffindor was determined, even if she had to butter them up a little. Letting go of their wrist, she clasped her hands together, almost begging. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

[lilyluun]

“There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.” 

amy dunne - gone girl

[beatrice-zabini-blog1]

Every time she got like this, Beatrice could feel the beat of the music pulsing through her body like it was her blood. The alcohol consumed her, clouded her thoughts and numbed her mind. It kept in the pain and made her feel like she was invincible; hell, if someone had come up to her with MDMA she probably would have taken it. Her hands moving through her braids and over her body as she danced, a wolf’s grin sneaking over her face as her eyes set on familiar red hair. The red head that she gravitated towards every time she had had a couple of drinks, any time that either of them had anything in their system that made them less than sober. Dancing over to Niamh, Beatrice pressed against her, sliding her hands around the other girl’s waist and resting her head on her shoulder. 

@niamhisms