oh this time it's so electric, since i've got the feeling i can't shut down | roxanne
It terms of parties and yoloisms (acts he completed because yolo) and drink and drugs, it was a fucking good party. In terms of pretty girls and lots of snogging and pats on back and laughing with mates, it was a fucking good party. In fact, his mood could be pretty much summed up with: fucking good. Gillyweed spliff between his fingers, he sat on the edge of the pool and dipped his legs in the water, surveying the hot, sweaty, lust filled, drunken, glorious mess he had created. He couldn't resist grinning to himself as he leant back on his hands. Nice one, Noah, he thought. In the whole history of Hogwarts, he supposed there had been more than a few wicked and wild bashes thrown, whether in the Room of Requirement or prefect bathrooms or common rooms or Quidditch pitches. And he didn't like to assume that this one was the most chaotic or historical. But that didn't mean he didn't believe it shouldn't have its own chapter in Hogwarts: A History. It was through sheer dumb luck that the teachers hadn't cottoned on already. Although the assistance of Wynters was crucial - had he not covered the outside walls in silencing charms and given him the password in the first place, Noah would have been unable to host such an event. "And such an event it is," he murmured to himself, letting the pounding music drown out his words, swallowed down with a mouthful of firewhiskey. Many of his classmates had congratulated him on his shindig but he had only had a few brief conversations with proper friends before they were dragged away by impatient lips. It didn't bother him - snog all or bust was the rules, after all - and he had already been snogged once in the evening and things were only really heating up. Still, the number of splash fights and underwater handstand competitions was sadly sitting on a big fat zero. Looking around for a possible competitor he stood up and walked a few paces backwards until he bumped into one of his party guests. It wasn't hard, considering all the sixth and seventh years were crammed into one not-entirely-huge room, but he still swiveled round to apologise. Upon seeing who he had crashed into, he beamed. "Roxannie!" came his slightly slurred greeting, complete with a curtsy and a little wave of his hand. It was a ridiculous greeting, but he figured it was better than how half of the guys in the room seemed to be treating the ladies. Before she even had chance to respond, he gestured to the pool. "...fancy a dip, Ms Weasley? Yolo, after all."