Despite his dementor appearance, Vianna couldn’t help the dazed look that took over her lovestruck features as Peter spoke. He may not look like his beautiful green-eyed self anymore, but that voice! Oh, she could have just melted on the spot! And the way he became so sheepish… he was adorable! It was an endearing change in personality, as she was used to always seeing him look confident and smooth.

“O—oh, it—it’s okay, Peter. If… if the others are enjoying themselves, I wouldn’t want to disrupt that,” she said, all determination to crash Ned’s party completely gone in the blink of an eye. All she had a mind for was Peter and his beautiful green eyes and velvety voice and— UGH. He was just so dreamy! Vianna just stood there, gazing at him with large, sparkling eyes.

Until.
“NED, MY MAN!”
Vince had been brought back to life by the feel of a nearby student accidentally spilling their firewhiskey on his head during his time of unconsciousness, and as he brought himself back to his feet, the first thing he saw was Ned sneaking around behind a large lad that seemed to be the beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

At the sound of the enemy’s name, Vianna turned around sharply, only to find her loincloth-clad older brother draping an arm over Ned’s shoulders and giving him a little shake. “Don’t tell me you were trying to sneak a dance with MacDowell!” The quidditch player grunted at the sound of his name and walked away, fully revealing the other two boys behind him.

“What the—” Vianna frowned at the sight. “Were you following me, Hall?”



“You’re going to have to work on that,” said Victor as Airi announced she was lousy at lying. That much had become painfully obvious to the boy throughout the last few years. And it was a shame. Airi was a smart, beautiful girl; if she just got the whole lying thing down and perhaps grew an appreciation for all things devious and cunning, she would’ve been perfect.

He felt her frame suddenly grow tense under his touch but didn’t pay it much attention; Vic assumed she was just feeling nervous about ruining stupid McNerd’s night, being the over-considerate creature she was. When she commented that the whole thing was rather odd, he turned to her with a deviously pleased smile. “Fortunately for you, MacGhilleseatheanaich isn’t exactly one to question things.” Just one look at Victor and Airi merely existing near each other would be more than enough to send the stupid nerd to St. Mungo’s with a case of a broken heart.

Victor didn’t let his surprise show when Airi invited him - of all people! - to dance. A number of things were off about this picture: the girl was wearing a Wonder Woman costume, she was actually drinking, and now she was asking this boy, of all boys, to dance. Yeah, this night was definitely far from normal. But didn’t she know? Victor Vincenzi didn’t dance! Scoff. He had people dance for him. For his entertainment.

The boy was just about to suggest Airlia entertain him with her own dance moves instead, beginning to lead them toward the seating area between the bar and the dance floor, when his left foot hit something and just a few feet away, Fion seemed to be talking to his shoe. It was then that Victor looked down and noticed the curled-up figure of Robert MacGhilleseatheanaich III. The sight of the nerd reacting to severely to the firewhiskey brought a wicked smile upon the Italian’s face.

“Oww…” Robert winced as Victor’s foot accidentally hit the side of his head before finally making an effort to stand. “Oh!” His dazed eyes filled with hope at the sight of Airi and Victor. “You—you’ve got—you’ve got help—help me! I—I—I think I’m gonna throw up…” he gagged and used Victor’s leg for support to pull himself up. The older boy made an astronomical effort not to kick the stupid nerd across the room - who did he think he was, tainting the fine, luxurious fabric of his trousers with his grimy little hands?

“Fi—Fion says I—I must be drunk but—but I haven’t… I haven’t…” Robert was finally back on his feet, but he wobbled around for a moment, the dizziness making it difficult for him to even think properly. As his blurry gaze fell upon Airi, a stupid smile adorned his face. “Ai—Airi, do—do you want to da—dance again?” Of course, he was in no state to dance, but being drunk made Robert a little bolder and more willing to just spit out whatever was in his mind, and the idea of being near his beloved was something that hadn't left his mind for a second.

Victor turned to Airlia with slightly raised eyebrows then, as if saying - go on. You know what you need to say. Break the git’s heart, Mondai! C’mon!