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[hunter caspian rein]

hunter was completely wasted. he had been sitting in the back of the party with a group of seventh year slytherins. he’d been drinking, he’d been doing lines. but there was a good chance that he had shown up drunk. hunter couldn’t remember. he’d said hello to dax and kyndrick already right? that seemed so long ago. was saffy here? he didn’t think he saw her. maybe she was out front. hunter’s eyes were dazed and unfocused, yet by some miracle he could still make out the faces of only half the people in the crowd. well, mostly everyone seemed to be having a good time. getting their flirt on and all. was hunter the only grump, the only one angry? perhaps, that’s the reason most people warned you not to drink in a sour mood. the problem was, hunter wasn’t usually an angry person. and he’d never before experienced this feeling as strongly as he did now. he hadn’t even told anyone why he was angry. hunter wasn’t the type to blurt out his problems to his friends; he was the one to blow up. this was probably why most people found it so easy to overlook the unease in his eyes. naturally they probably just assumed it was the drugs. well, that had to do with it sure. he needed, an outlet.

his eyes glazed over frank, confused at first as to who he was when it kicked in. gryfindor wasn’t he? but a pureblood - no - a blood traitor. hunter was always so much crueller when he was drunk. he was usually the most laidback of the slytherins, but alcohol changed him, and the drugs he’d taken probably didn’t help matters either. needless to say, he was a bitter, angry drunk by this point of the night, and the lines were starting to get to his head. why was everyone staring at him?? he felt like he was in a trance almost, the colours of bodies mingling and moving and the room. something wasn’t right. he started to sweat, his eyes finding frank’s again. what was going on here? was he staring at him? why? acid bubbled in hunter’s stomach, he was getting angry now. he could still feel that blonde boy’s eyes boring into him, staring, judging, judging, everyone was always judging hunter now weren’t they? well he’d had enough of that.

hunter marched through the crowd – or at least, that was how he saw himself. in reality, hunter was having a hard time holding himself up right. he was more than stumbling as unbalanced as he was. he was walking sideways, and more people were staring but it was frank that kept it up. he saw frank’s lips moves. merlin he had always hated this kid and this was starting to get under hunter’s skin. this was the last straw. he wasn’t making any sense. in more sober state of mind, hunter knew he had many friends in gryfindor. kyndrick was practically one of his closest friends, and a gryfindor. hell, hunter would probably be jinxed by most slytherins if he admitted outloud that even that james potter kid wasn’t as terrible as they made him out to be half the time. james had, spunk, he was bold whereas the other marauders kind of annoying. anyone who knew him knew that he had gained a quote, “appreciation” for saffron hale who was not only a hufflepuff but a muggleborn! hunter could give him that. the point being, hunter hardly ever cared about houses or blood statuses or any of that prejudice, despite the fact that he had been brought up in such a manner. this was not hunter rein talking and shoving right now. this was someone else, something else that had taken control of his mind and body.

it happened within seconds. ”the fuck are you looking at longbottom eh???” he shouted in a slur, finally reaching the gryfindor. hunter used this second to reach out an arm and shove the boy. he wasn’t answering fast enough. why? too busy staring he supposed. ”i’m sick of this ” he yelled again, his voice raising still. ”why aren’t you bloody answering?” he shouted again, bringing his fist back and into frank’s oh so handsome features. hunter spit on the ground. ”fight back! bloody fight back if you know what’s good for you!” ah, a good fight, please let it be a good fight. hunter was shaking, his fist pounding before he started in on frank again. his fist was bleeding but he didn’t seem to feel it. he couldn’t feel anything but the adrenaline was loud in his head, enough to block out the shouts and screams, to blind him of anything but his fist throwing wild and angry punches towards frank.

[emma elizabeth logan]

Emma rarely showed up to anything on time. She was the kind of girl who would somehow manage to be late to both her wedding and her funeral someday. It wasn’t as if she didn’t own a wristwatch or lack any concept of time itself. Emma simply didn’t care. She didn’t care about what others thought and it made her feel powerful to have others wait for her. It was a small thrill that Emma indulged constantly. Kyndrick Laurent’s precious little party was no exception to Emma’s timing. She didn’t come wandering in until things were in full swing and everyone already had their drama and drink flowing naturally.

Prior to her arrival, Miss Logan wasted away two full hours out on the grounds in the dark. At first, she’d just spent her time wandering. She walked slowly, lighting up and smoking several cigarettes along the way. She stopped periodically to touch leaves and tree trunks and breathe in the icy night air. She wore the same empty expression all the while. She was numb, blank, distant. She strayed off a path toward the forest and found a hollow tree where she knew two 5th year Slytherin boys kept their goods. She rummaged about until she found a half-empty bottle of scotch, some marijuana, and a box of fireworks. Emma took a long gulp from the bottle and then snatched up a handful of sparklers from the firework box. She stuffed a few in the pocket of her battered looking brown blazer and kept one to light up.

It was silly. Of all the things to take, Emma wanted to keep the most innocent. She could have taken their spliff or booze, but she didn’t feel like it. She wanted something enjoyable. She wanted something that would take her back to her childhood. So, Emma used her wand to light the sparkler and then took a moment to lay down on the leafy forest floor and wave the fiery light above her head. Her wide blue eyes stared into sparks in an empty kind of trance. When it finally went out, she smudged the stick into the ground beside her. She remained in her bed of leaves for a moment, staring upward at the treetops. She hadn’t wandered that far into the forest and light still filtered through the leaves above from the moon.

Eventually, Em was dragged back into reality and felt ready to get up. She took her time wandering back to the castle, feeling like a ghost as she passed patrolling professors on the grounds without them even noticing her. She found herself in the entrance hall before she could even recollect that she’d gotten up from the forest floor. She stood in the clean hall and swept dirt and leaves and sticks from her clothes. She gave a small glance to her attire and sighed. She wore a short black skirt, a black t-shirt, and a red flannel shirt over that. Her feet were clad in worn-out leather boots with brassy looking buckles. Her brown blazer was covered in muck from the forest. She couldn’t seem to get a tiny twig untangled from her pigtails so, she left it. She didn’t care what they thought. As a matter of fact, most people wouldn’t notice her. The only person who might show some sort of interest in her would be her sister who was always kind to her, always cared.

Emma passed a few stray students outside the pre-sorting chamber and then found herself lost amongst the familiar faces. There they were, her fellow students. So many of them infuriated and fascinated Emma at the same time. She waded through groups and watched as people gave her sideways glances. She wandered toward the group of Hufflepuffs and leaned over Mycah Jane’s shoulder. She grabbed the joint he was smoking and inhaled deeply. She handed it back to him and patted him on the cheek. She’d only spoken to him three times in her life, but things like that didn’t matter.

Emma started toward the group of Gryffindors where she was sure her sister would be. It was then that she realized some kind of fight was starting. Em stopped and stared, somewhat intrigued by the behavior she was witnessing. Her expression remained unchanged, but there was a tiny spark inside her that wondered was going on.

[alice josephine logan]

Alice ginned widely, flinging her arms around Lily. "thank you! thank you so much!" she squealed, letting go of her friend. " I promise, I'll try not to be too much trouble, Lils." Lily and Alice had been close ever since day one of Hogwarts, the opening feast. They became quick friends. Alice didn't care that Lily was a muggleborn, despite being a pureblood herself. You can't help where you come from. Alice wasn't brought up to judge like that, anyway. Besides, Lily was a brilliant witch, and a great friend. She'd always been there for Alice when she needed someone to confide in. Alice knew she could always count on Lily. She walked over to the group of gryffindors, leaning down beside Marlene, smiling. Alice had a nice smile, not to special or anything ,nothing like Lily's, but it was definitely a nice smile. " Wow Marls, you drunk already? she grinned, taking a seat next to her friend. "Evening Gideon, ...Longbottom." She glared over at the blonde. This best ,she would win this bet even if it killed her. (It wouldn't, at the most, she would become very ill and experience a hangover) That was one of the things that fueled them, the bets. Frank and Alice annoyed the hell out of each other, and made numerous bets. Most of these bests seemed trivial (and often, they were). But, each one of them fought valiantly to win, no matter what it cost them. Winning was essential.

Alice looked up when her name was spoken. Her brows furrowed. What the hell was she doing here? "Uh, thanks...I think? She stared back at Cassandra, her confusion evident. "Don't you have some first years to torture or....Really what do you want, anyway? her hazel eyes blinked back, too sober to really process the situation...as crazy as that sounds. She turned to Frank, just hoping she could sort of brush off Penderghast without any real confrontation. We doing this? she asked, a determined glint in her eyes. However she was cut off by the arrival of yet another Slytherin. She watched as Hunter Rein, likely just as wasted, if not more than Kyndrick Laurent arrive and start threatening Frank. Normally in this situation, she might try to do something, but seeing as it was Longbottom catching hell, she merely sat there, smirking as the scene unfolded before her. She leaned a bit closer to Frank, though not much, because of course, she found him utterly repulsive, but the music was loud. "Oi, Longbottom, if you get your ass kicked, does that mean I win? she chuckled. She quite liked winning, she liked it a lot. Alice moved away just in time to see Frank getting punched square in the face. Her hand instinctively went to her mouth, though honestly, this whole thing was so humorous. Longbottom deserved what was coming to him. Maybe not from Rein, perhaps, but fate was cruel. The random spontanaeity was the only thing she felt sorry for Frank about. If anything at all.

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[marlene edith mckinnon]

“Aw, you’ll have to try harder next time, Frankie,” Marlene teased. The flask had already disappeared back into her dress pocket, and a glass of punch was already in her hand. “Yep, definitely spiked,” she said happily after a sip. There hadn’t been any drinking games yet, at least not any Marlene had participated in. It was a shame, she loved drinking games. It was the one place her competitive nature and her love of alcohol could be combined in a reasonable way. As in, there was no risk of Mar breaking an arm during a drunken match of pick up quidditch.

“We just got here early, needed a head start I guess,” Mar shrugged and moved out of Gracie Davis’s way. The shorter Hufflepuff had squeezed past Mar to get to the table. “I think we might be blocking the food.” No one could say Marlene wasn’t observant, but they could probably say it didn’t matter much. As soon as Gracie scampered off, she moved back into her previous position: leaning against the food table, blocking the crisps from the rest of the party.

“Alice!” it was always loads of fun when the Gryffindors got together. Mar considered most, if not all, of them friends of various degrees. She even found the constant snipping between Frank and Alice amusing. It was like watching a television, not that either of them knew what a television was... “Yep, drunk already! Where have you been? You need some punch.” She set her cup down, because sober Marlene wasn’t quite coordinated enough to pour a glass of punch while already holding a glass of punch, so drunk Marlene wasn’t even going to attempt it... And turned to the table with the intention of getting Alice some punch.

Humming to herself, Mar pulled out her flask again, and let the few remaining drops of her firewhiskey slip into the punch. Sure, it was already spiked, but a bit more couldn’t hurt! Right? Right! Now with two glasses of punch in her hand, Marlene turned back to the others, sipping from her own cup as she offered Alice the other one.

“Doing what?” Another bet no doubt. Ah, things were never boring with Frank and Alice around. Unfortunately, the same thing could be said about the Slytherins hovering around the little Gryffindor group. Mar gave Cassandra some serious side eye, wondering why the other girl was even over here. She obviously wasn’t wanted. “Okay, who did something to attract the snakes?” the Gryffindor slurred loudly as yet another Slytherin stumbled their way. “Shoo,” she added, rudely, as Hunter started shoving Frank. She even chuckled as Alice mentioned Frank getting his ass kicked, because come on, un-bloody-likely.

Except then the bloody Slytherin actually started to whale on Frank. Unlike Alice, Marlene was more angry, and yes, scared, than amused. What had Frank even done to this bloody idiot? Nothing, as far as Marlene could tell. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screeched loudly over the gasps and screams around her. “Get off him!”

Glass of punch now forgotten on the floor somewhere, and definitely a bit more sober than she had been seconds before, Marlene, without thinking, couldn’t help but involve herself in the fight. How Gryffindor of her. “Go away!” she shouted at the terrifying, and probably strung out Slytherin. She stepped forward and shoved her hands between the pair, trying desperately to break up the fight and not get hit by one of Hunter’s rogue fists. Not that she was too concerned for her own safety, after all, she was a beater with strong arms... and, well, quite drunk. It was all too blurry, and she wasn’t all that steady with the alcohol and the heels, but she wasn’t just going to let Hunter beat the snot out of one of her friends. Yep, Marlene was that person. The, ‘Here, let me insert myself into your battles because I’m clearly not going to let you fight this one alone,’ person.

Also, they needed Frank if they were going to win any quidditch games.

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[frank alexander longbottom]

Frank felt a more shock than actual physical pain. That was the weird part of it all. When someone gets punched in the face, they’re supposed to react. Frank merely stood there. As Hunter hit him repeatedly and those around him took action, Frank was motionless and unresponsive. It was in a moment like that when Frank was reminded of who he truly was. Yes, he was the kind of person who stood up against something if he didn’t believe in it, but he didn’t like being part of a needless fight. He couldn’t help but feel bad if he did punch Hunter back.

As a matter of fact, Frank had never had a problem with Hunter Rein. The two of them had gotten drunk together once in their fourth year and, Hunter probably didn’t remember it all that well but, Frank considered it a fond memory. So, he let Hunter hit him and wouldn’t even try to hit him back. As soon as the searing pain hit and the blood was gushing from his nose, Frank knew he couldn’t just stand there and take it. And Mar was leaping into the action. Frank was a smart guy. He could think quick if he needed to. So, he pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Hunter who was going in for another punch to his face. ”Petrificus Totalus!” Frank called out. And Hunter was frozen. Frank took a second to wipe the blood away from his face. He turned to Marlene. ”Don’t worry ‘bout it Mar. We’ll pummel him on the quidditch pitch when he’s sober. It will hurt more than a stupid bloody nose.” Frank gave a half-hearted grin. It was then that Frank turned back to Alice who looked more smug than he could possibly believe.

”Merlin Ace, you really think a little fight would come between one of our bets? I’m getting Bones to levitate him back toward the Slytherin commons and then you and I are doing shots.” Frank spoke with an authoritative tone. He was very much in charge of this and he wanted that to be known. He half expected a few other Slytherins to try and pick up the fight where it was left off, but he made sure to keep his wand ready. He shoved through the crowd, Hunter still frozen in the middle of the Gryffindor group, and started looking for the shy and familiar face of Amelia Bones.

She was right outside the party and looked as quiet as she always was. Frank knew her from their childhood, as their families had been friends. He held a hand to his nose and looked down at Amelia. ”Bones, incident with Hunter Rein. He kind of lost it in there. I froze him. You think you could get him back to his common for me? I’ve got a bet going with Alice Logan and I really didn’t have time scheduled in for a fistfight.” Frank spoke quickly. He was eager to get back in there and beat Alice. He also kind of hoped Lily would fix his nose. He could fix other people’s noses, but the few times he’d tried to fix himself, he’d been left crooked and awkward looking. He watched as Amelia nodded and Frank started back into the party.

”Laurent, we’re gonna need a tray of shot glasses.” Frank winked in her general direction as he came back toward his friends. He made an extra effort to look confident and competitive. ”Game on Ace.” Frank murmured as soon as he was near enough for her to hear.

[rita colline skeeter]

Holden Avery was charming her, that wasn't something that Rita could miss, but she really didn't care. The party had surged since she had first started speaking to him, and though eyes did linger on their pair, those very eyes moved off to watch other people and other things. Rita wasn't the most popular girl, never would be, and no one cared if she ruined herself before the notorious Holden Avery. That wasn't completely true, of course some people generally cared for Rita with some semblance of a heart. Grace Davies had wandered into the party, and surely she cared for her co-writer. It wasn't like Rita could disappear of the radar, but in this moment, she really thought she could. Holden was attractive, he was the king of his social crowd, and he was offering Rita the social change of a life time. Too bad she didn't realize it was a bad reputation awaiting her and not a step on up that glorious ladder.

"I've been too busy drinking you up to notice how thirsty I really am. A drink would be wonderful Holden!" She giggled, letting her hand rest seductively on his arm. Was that muscle she felt? It certainly stirred something up in her womanhood that was for sure. Her night was soaring onto cloud nine, and it had only taken her six years to get there. Perhaps it would take more, for just as her voice cut out, other voices shouted over the crowd. Hunter was in the middle of asking for an ass kicking, and that Mckinnon girl was sure to hand it to him if Frank didn't step up to the plate. As if Rita had been hit by Longbottom's jinx, she stood unable to move. Holden was behind her, his eyes dancing with charm, and her quill was hovering quietly at her ear. What was more important? Her mouth opened, and she mumbled to herself quickly.

"Hunter, drunk, picked a fight with Frank Longbottom. Frank was staring at Hunter, and Hunter lost it. Blood everywhere." She whipped back around and smiled at Holden. Hoping that he hadn't heard her monologue, she returned to a nice bit of flirting. "Are all the rumors about you true? I do hope so.." She said, with a flash of her brilliantly white teeth. But a wand was pulled out and Hunter's drunken slurs stopped. Rita could barely stand to have her back turned to the scene. Was that talk of Ameilia Bones levitating Hunter away!? Her grin turned into a worried clench of teeth deciding between a night of sexual amusement or the first big story of the year. Classic fight between brain and body, and Rita never thought she'd be on the battle field. With Grace lost within Hufflepuff's cloud of smoke, Rita had no other choice. Her hand flew up, motioning for Holden to give her a moment, and she turned her mouth already flying in a rush of whispers.

"Jinxes fly! Ameilia Bones, head girl, saves the day. Escorts Hunter back to his commons. Frank turns to Alice Logan, budding romance stirring up between him. They bet to drink the most, and surely this will lead to Logan found in Longbottom's bed the next morning. I should try to get a charmed camera into their dormitory for the walk of shame! Oh and over there, Penderghast can't get a man anymore, has moved onto women. Must alert the oldest Mckinnon, who is strangely absent. Whats that! Ryan Willis is talking to a girl, finally! Course it had to be the weird one. What's her name again? Tamera? Whatever. Marlene though is so cute tonight, new hair style. I have to try that. Oh where's Fabian, might be snogging the Mckinnon, she always liked her Prewetts...." She slid between crowds and pinned her eyes on all of the new sights, her quill moved faster than it ever had before...

[ivan morris kendell]

Behind a camera, there was someone that would be familiar if people paid enough attention. The person that was behind the camera was Ivan. He had been there for quite awhile, but was trying his best to blend in with his surroundings. It was always best to watch, not get involved. He took snapshots of the chaos and turned it into an art form. Ivan looked around at the scene that was something that might come from an overrated story of some sort. Of course, there was Ryan talking to the new girl and his friend who was high looking to the girl that everyone knew Avery had claimed due to his family's wealth. Though, that was only one still shot of many scenes that were occurring around the party with the dazzling lights and sparkling punch that he knew full well secretly contained a lovely dose of alcohol.

He looked to Rita, and she was busy with Holden and Holden was giving her attention tonight. Ivan felt a little sick at this and moved on to somewhere else as quickly as possible. Then he saw Mar, and he felt his heart skip a beat for a second. The boy grinned seeing that she was having so much fun and took a picture for himself and not the article. She was beautiful as she usually was, there was no doubt. Ivan got some punch from the punch bowl and then returned to where he belonged by his camera. It was an intent gentle sip of the cup to assure that he would only get buzzed by its contents. He tended to like at least some control over his actions and what he could do with his body if he could help it. Ivan wanted to remember this night at least somewhat clearly.

At that point he saw Gracie. He knew right then that there would be trouble for him. Gracie was someone that he did not exactly enjoy hanging out with. She did not get when he told her what was not true and what was. Rita may enjoy that about her, but it annoyed him to no end. Ivan just hoped that she would not go anywhere near him. Two drunks it seemed like got into a fight as he heard Rita's commentary and he took a quick picture of the perfect dragging one of them away from the fight. It figured that Hunter would start a fight after drinking as much as he usually did at parties. It would be good for the article though and he knew that full well. The only thing that was surprising that no one was trying to get him involved with all the drama yet.

[alice josephine logan]

Ali smiled at Marlene apologetically. "Sorry I took so long." They all knew the punch was spiked. It always was. She didn't even think much of it when she saw out of the corner of her eye that Marlene sloppily added more fire whiskey. She always was a mischievous drunk. She would just dump it out when Marls wasn't looking. After all, drunk people could react unpredictably. to the smallest of things and she didn't want to chance that by not accepting the punch, she'd upset Marlene. It was left, discarded and spilled almost immediately upon her return. This was due to the untimely arrival of a very drunk and angry Hunter Rein. Alice sighed. Slytherins always had to spoil a good time, didn't they?

Alice stared in shock. Frank's nose had likely broken, and yet he was handling everything so calmly. Then he was gone, and Alice was just sort of sitting there, dazed, thinking briefly about the scoreboard that they kept upstairs in the common room, permanently affixed to the wall. It was enchanted, to keep a sort of tally. It slightly resembled a chalkboard. At the top of it, written in the sloppy penmanship of an eleven year old read her name, "Alice" and "Frank" in his. Below each of them read the numbers "three hundred and twenty-seven" and "three hundred and thirty-two". Those five simple losses allowed him to pull ahead. She again braced herself to win. No, she would annihilate him, crush him. Alice would arise, victorious.

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[bellatrix irma black]

I WANNA BE THE MINORITY I DON'T NEED YOUR AUTHORITY
DOWN WITH THE MORAL MAJORITY CAUSE I WANNA BE THE MINORITY
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Bellatrix had slinked into the party a while ago, but generally kept her mouth pinned shut as she watched and waited for the best moment to pitch in. Bella, accustomed to making the biggest splash she could when she entered a room, was just itching for a way to make herself noticed. So far not much interesting was happening, save for Skeeter trying to get lucky with the notorious Holden Avery, and what was starting to look like a pretty good fist fight. Bella clutched her right hand, wishing her wand was placed firmly in her palm. It was stuck in the confines of her knee-high socks so that she didn't accidentally set it off when it wasn't the right time. Now she nearly begged her more disciplined self to let her whip it out, because fist fights just weren't her style.

Bella had always been a dueler. She quickly excelled in defense against the dark arts and charms, though she was more practiced in hexing people then charming them. A party wasn't the greatest scene to be dueling, too many people could get hurt and all of that moral integrity bullshit that most of Hogwarts held strong to. Bella personally felt that if you were going to get drunk and act stupid, you might as well go all out. And for once she started to admire Hunter for that. But when Frank shot a kind freezing spell in Hunter's direction, Bella gave into her pleas and out came the black wand, crooked at the end, shaped like a gun.

"Longbottom, how dare you?" Bella spoke, her voice soft but yet loud enough to reach his maroon and gold ears. She edged toward him, her wand still at her side, her eyes nearly glazed over with this desire to make the magic really happen at this shindig. It wasn't that Bella particularly cared for Hunter Rein as they called for Amelia to take him out to the hospital wing, no that wasn't it, this was just Bella being Bella and there was never a good explanation for that.

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