Vianna raised an eyebrow when Ned suddenly stopped dancing and excused himself. What the. Hadn’t he JUST been asking the girl to come back and dance? Now he was leaving? HMMM. Vi narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, already assuming he must’ve been cooking up a prank or something, but continued dancing on. Until the music suddenly changed.

Wait what?!
There was a collective groan of disappointment from the crowd, and Vianna was not at all surprised to see Ned wasn’t amongst the saddened students.

“Ned Hall!” She laughed with amusement as the boy just so very casually made up a lousy excuse and asked her to dance. Shaking her head with a smile, Vianna took his hand, placing her other hand over his shoulder as her feet began to move along to the rhythm of the slow song. “What are you scheming this time?” she asked, crystal blue eyes narrowed suspiciously up at him.

Because surely all of this had to lead to a prank, right? RIGHT?



Airi’s warning came too late as, just a second after she spoke, Robert stumbled and fell from the chair, landing ungracefully on the table with the drinks and then rolling onto the floor. Victor seemed pleased as the nerd whimpered; the sound of his pain was like music to his ears.

The Slytherin furrowed his eyebrows when Airlia tried to sit up. What was she doing? The girl was even more wasted than he had expected; but before he could do or say anything, she had fallen on his lap. Oh. Well. What a lovely gift. Should he unwrap it or toss it aside?

“That you are,” he agreed as Airlia commented on being clumsy. He waited for her to try to sit up again, but it seemed that wasn’t happening any time soon. Oooho, oh no, he was not going to end up with Wonder Woman vomit all over him. These were brand new trousers, thank you very much. The boy considered rolling her off his lap and calling it a night, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Drunken girls were usually loud and obnoxious and deserving of the dirty floor, but Mondai was… well, she was gentle and sweet, even giddy— wait what EW all the more reason to push her off!

Victor leaned back into the couch and merely stared at the woozy girl, his face expressionless as he debated on what he should do with her. Airlia was part of ‘the group’, so he couldn’t exactly be as careless as he wished.



Vince remained motionless on the floor as Fion poked him with her boot. The boy was out cold. But it was the Ravenclaw’s handy spell work that brought the teenager back to life, his blue eyes fluttering open, large and confused. What had just happened?!

In a flash, Vince sat up on the floor. He looked around himself at the party as if it was his first time arriving there, and a slight chill made him look down upon himself only find that he was only wearing his Tarzan Halloween costume. What in the— was he dreaming!? Where had all this come from?! Where even was he?! And— OHMYGOSH A PIRATE!

Vince stared at Fion wide-eyed. Why was he dressed like a jungle boy? In the company of a pirate? In a dark room playing a painfully dull, slow song?

“Where am I?! What year is it?!” he asked, beginning to panic as he scrambled up to his feet.