#tcrryboots

[ofsight]

✖

Send ✖ for my muse to land on yours during spin the bottle. 

True, her head was still practically reeling from kissing Hannah, but that wasn’t going to stop Parvati from continuing to partake in all the fun of spin-the-bottle. If everything went successfully for her tonight, she wouldn’t be leaving the party alone — and now was a perfect time to figure out her prospects. She took her second turn and grinned in a flirty manner when the bottle landed on Terry: not her favorite person, but certainly not her least favorite. And physically speaking, she could’ve done much worse. 

“Alright, Boot, time to see if you’ve got game,” Parvati laughed, leaning across the circle. Her lips met Terry’s softly, but confidently, as she did the best she could not to think about the fact that Hannah was still in the circle, watching her. She was determined not to let a silly crush get the best of her, not this time. The kiss with Terry ended after a few moments and she shot him another grin, taking her place back in the circle. “Not bad,” Parvati quipped. “Not bad at all.”

[seamusburning]

⚡+ "streak through the great hall"

“these dares are supposed to be challenging, boot.”  he had stood up and begun to undress as soon as he heard the word streak.  seamus was trying to multitask, toeing off his shoes as he struggled against his jumper.  “hide my clothes and i’ll kill you.  actually — go for it.  everybody wins.”  he finally removed the rest and handed them off to someone more trustworthy than terry.  “think you could get a picture for me?”  and with that, he ran off to complete the dare.

[moragmac]

❝

This hadn’t been the plan. Morag had decided before the party started that she would slip up to the girls dorm early and pass out in Megan’s bed on time so she could get up early the day after to work on her essays. And here she was, up past her bedtime, getting more and more drunk as time passed.

She blamed the company she was in. And the loss of the Quidditch match. And maybe, somewhere, also her issues at home, which now no longer was her home.

It had not taken a lot for her to get drunk, and after that, things had gone downhill. Somehow, she found her way to Terry. She hadn’t known it, but once she saw him, the need to talk to him was there, and she approached him clumsily, spilling some of her — well, she had no idea what she was drinking actually — on the carpet. “Boot! I’ve got to say, I get why people like parties so much. You know, sometimes I think that I’m the worst enemy in my life — why don’t I allow myself to let go like this more often, hm? Are you happy with yourself? Because I’m not sure if I am.”