What the?!
It was Vianna’s jaw now that had fallen to the floor, as she stumbled upon the dementor-clad Peter dancing away with the giant banana. “Peter!” she called out to him, forehead slightly creased as a puzzled expression washed over her features. Oh Merlin, even her partner in crime had fallen victim to Ned’s stupid, clever party plan!

“What happened to crashing the party?!” the girl asked, gesturing toward the multitude of ghosts that, despite their frightening appearance, weren’t scaring a single student. All along, the girl was completely oblivious to #charmingsnake’s presence lingering somewhere behind her.



Victor kept his gaze fixed on Airlia as the girl began to stammer, beginning to express feelings of doubt. At this, he raised an eyebrow. “Not sure what?” he asked. “You can’t fake love for an old friend, Mondai?”

Fortunately, the girl’s doubts didn’t last very long, and just a second later she was agreeing to go along with the boy’s suggestion as if there hadn’t been the slightest doubt on her mind in the first place. “Perfect.” Victor, who had been leaning slightly with his elbow on the bar, stood straight and fixed the collar of his shirt. Taking his glass of firewhiskey in one hand, he allowed the other to snake its way around Airi’s tiny waist. “Smile, darling,” he instructed as he pulled her into his side and scanned the room for any sight of McGit.

Where WAS the stupid nerd? Gawsh. Victor Vincenzi had a plan to put into action here, but it would crumble to smithereens if the allergy-prone twin bailed the party before he could get a chance to stomp on his frail little heart first. Dammit.

Of course, Victor never thought to look down, or he would've immediately spotted the whimpering form of a drunken Robert that lay almost passed out by Fion’s feet.