you say hell no we say YOLO{slythies, its go time}

[meepmeep]

YOLO. That term had been introduced so lovingly by a certain Pansy Parkinson in response to getting in trouble for something. and it had become the motto for most Slytherin kids at this point. Of course, after hours, they definitely lived up to that motto. AJ had decided to slip into a pair of jean shorts and wear a hoodie over her tank top, lounging in the common room as some kids put on music and began to dance. Rolling her eyes, she draped one slender, tan leg over the arm of her chair, glancing about. In that moment she acted as if she were the princess of the common room and to some respects she was. Everyone knew not to mess with her, so she'd gained her respect through lots of fights. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, and a butterbeer was clenched in her deceptively small hands. She had no desire to get involved in dancing just yet unless one of her closer friends showed up. However, she knew they probably were floating around somewhere. If Daphne and her crew showed up she'd probably be drunk enough to fight one of them. Because that's what usually happened. Her blue eyes settled on the doorway momentarily and she sighed, wondering where the hell everyone was. They'd come eventually, especially since they were playing good underground music that was enough to get anyone dancing. The Slytherins did have the best choice in music, too. And threw the best parties because most of them were pretty well off. Not to mention they got down in ways unimaginable to the rest of the school. Of course Slughorn let it go if the kids did their work, which most of them did. They were good kids, they just partied hard. Hopefully someone besides AJ would have food to share. Of course, the girl herself liked to keep her food stores...her food stores. Later on she'd want to eat after she got drunk enough to feel really good. However, she hoped she wouldn't be alone for too much longer, so until then she'd have to make do.
"Whatever you're playing makes the radio sound like its going to vomit all over the floor," She commented, glaring at the fourth year DJ that they'd appointed. If he knew what was good for him, he'd change the damn song and put something on that she could actually get down to.

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[ELLIOT MICHAEL JAMESON]

Elliot was in his dormitory when he heard it. He'd been thinking of new terms to shock his mother with in his latest owl home, in order to take away from his most recent wrongdoings where the school was concerned. He wrote regularly to her, the only woman he's loved so far, the only one he would attempt to please. Even so, he was still a hellion, but anyone who knew him loved him just for that reason. As soon as the music reached his ears, he dropped his quill and bounced out the door, settling his beanie in place atop his head as he went. He'd long-since changed into clothes that were more comfortable and suited for himself, always choosing to shed his school robes as soon as was possible - and that's even if he wore them according to regulation to begin with.

Bounding down the stairs, he could already feel his body reacting to the music that was playing. "The fuuuuun has arriiiiiived!" He announced, jumping the last few steps, holding out his arms to enhance his entrance. A grin plastered on his face, Elliot walked through the Slytherins that had already gathered, searching for a more agreeable personality to situate himself beside. As he went, he slapped high-fives to some people, and just slapped others, a wicked glint in his eyes. It was at the moment that he reached the DJ's station that he heard a familiar voice calling across the room. Well, threatening really. Laughing, he turned to the poor kid and looked him square in the eye. "If I were you, I'd listen to her. She's a wild one, that, and has been known to kick some nasty arse on more than one occasion."

Feeling quite appeased with himself for what he thought to be the best advice he's ever given to someone, Elliot moved on to where Astoria sat. He shook his head at her almost immediately when he saw what she held in her hand. "Merlin, sometimes you disgrace me." Taking the Butterbeer from her, he chugged the rest of it, then tossed the bottle behind him. As he heard it shatter, chuckling at the slight panic from the affronted students that ensued, Elliot reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a flask. "It's a little something I created myself. This will get your party started for sure," he said. Winking, he took a large swig of it and, after a moment of coughing, held it out to his friend. "Come oooonn, you know you want to. I made it especially with you in mind, AJ. Suited to your tastes as best as I could make it. It's got a kick to it - " and here he paused to let out another large cough, smoke accompanying it " - but it's well worth it, and you get to liking it once the smoke clears."

Chuckling at his own pun, the boy allowed his eyes to wander the room for a moment, all the while shaking the flask directly in front of Astoria's face. "Do iiiiiittttt. I promise to dance with you some if you help me out with this, and you know that's always a party just in itself." Winking again, he couldn't help the smile that followed. If there was one person who understood his behavior as much as anyone could, it was the girl sitting before him. Since they'd been friends from the start, it only seemed right that they were as close as they were, the bond they had created increasing with every moment they shared. It usually happened in moments like this, too, during a party atmosphere, where he found Astoria to be more agreeable - though, honestly, she never really was disagreeable, at least not towards him.

Wincing as the DJ finally shifted to a new song, Elliot gritted his teeth. Deciding that the young lad was just full of bad taste, he dropped the flask into Astoria's lap before moving towards the music setup again. However, he paused and looked back at his friend as he thought about it. "I expect that to weigh a quarter less when I get back, and you know I'll know if you really drank it or not." Saluting the girl, he turned his back on her and marched up to the so-called DJ. "OI!" he shouted, moments before he lunged at the kid, the look of terror on the younger student's face only egging him on. Within a manner of moments, during which you could only hear the sound of flesh on flesh and muffled screams, Elliot resurfaced. Straightening his cap, he grabbed the nearest person to him by the collar - a third year who seemed petrified just to be standing so close to him - and thrust him towards the music setup. "Do better or you'll have worse!" he warned, pointing to the whimpering kid that lay at his feet.

His mission accomplished, he walked back to where he'd left Astoria, wiping his hands clean on someone else as he walked past them. "Can you believe that bugger had the nerve to bleed on me? Disgusting," he said as he approached her. Kneeling in front of her, he looked into her eyes carefully for signs that she'd tasted his brew, and reached to take the flask back to test the amount of liquid still in it. "Show me some smoke, darling," he encouraged, waiting as patiently as he could for her to speak to see if she had taken a drink.

.wearing

[meepmeep]

A very familiar voice came to her ears, and she glanced up to find Elliot striding across the room. She quirked a brow, giving him one slow sweeping gaze and then frowning as he took her butterbeer.
"I don't take the good stuff out," She reminded him, not really wanting to make it known that she had multiple stashes. AJ then pouted, her blue eyes getting big as he threw the bottle across the room. "I'm supposed to be a good girl, remember?"
It was interesting within itself to think about the hierarchy of the Slytherin house, and AJ saw herself as one of the leading ladies. Especially since no one had the guts to challenge her at this point. She didn't even need a wand to feel like she could make someone crumble by a single glare. So she'd shrug and glare at him nonetheless.
"You know...I'd like to point out that whatever I make is probably better..." AJ said, waggling her eyebrows in a teasing gesture. She had a pretty decent-sized ego as it was, so she'd definitely have to put in quips there. The way he pleaded and tried to work his charms on her just made her crack and grin and laugh. She'd been around him for so long that he couldn't really seduce her into anything unless she was sufficiently drunk beforehand. And the flask he left in her lap could probably get her to that place of being tipsy enough to persuade.
She shrugged and glanced at the flask. "Weeeellllllll~ Maybe we can dance. Or maybe I'll sit here and wait for one of the decently attractive upperclassmen to come flirt with me and steal away for a bit and come back having ruined him for any other girl in our house."
As he tussled with the DJ, she opened the flask and tilted her head back, emptying it a little over half of its contents. The burn was enough to make her want to retch then and there, but she kept a hold of herself. Her eyes watered and she expelled a decent amount of smoke. By the time he came back, she'd regained control over her body and tossed the flask back to him. "Eh. Decent work for a home brew. Better not let the prefects find your stores, because knowing our house everyone's down to steal everything."
Noticing the blood on his shirt, she shrugged and crossed her arms. "See, here's the thing. He was asking for it, you were the one to deliver, and sometimes when giving a person what they deserve you get your hands dirty in the process. Mm, it's fixable but he might have to suffer a bit more for that." So she strode over to the music apparatus and decided to play a bit of her underground harder rock, enough to get her hips moving to the beat. Hopefully more people would roll in so that Eli and her could have more fun. If all else failed, she'd be drunk enough to pick a fight with a ballsy Gryffindor. That idea made a sinister smile curl across her pink lips, and she sauntered back to sit down beside her friend. "So...What else shall we do besides watch the underlings make fools of themselves?"

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[ELLIOT MICHAEL JAMESON]

Elliot’s eyes widened as she reminded him of her private stores, and he bent low to her, the thrown bottle of Butterbeer already forgotten. “You may not have to take the good stuff ‘out’, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it,” he said, shaking the flask in her direction before taking his first gulp. He laughed suddenly when she told him that she was supposed to be the ‘good girl.’ “Yes, honey, because everybody believes that.” Snickering, his face took on an affronted look when she said that whatever she made was probably better. “Ugh! Well, seeing as how you don’t like to share…I guess we’ll never know, will we? And don’t pretend that you don’t like my stuff – especially when I made this just for you!” When she started to laugh about the way he was pressing her to drink his brew, he had to chuckle with her. If there was one woman who could deny him, it would be Astoria – she just knew him too well to think him sincere at the best of times. He was glad, however, to find her considering dancing with him, as he just wanted to have a good time himself. Elliot pretended to be aghast with her statement about ruining an upperclassman for the other girls, but his face didn’t hold too well. He was laughing about it in seconds, though, really the idea of Astoria being with any guy in such a way made him nauseous. She had begun to feel like a sister to him over the years, and the image he got in his mind from her words was definitely not one he’d want pertaining to, say, Desiree or Abigail.

Shuddering at the thought, Elliot took another swig of his brew to shake it from his mind, then tossed the flask into Astoria’s lap. Upon his return from rectifying the music situation, he was glad to see that his friend had indeed tried his drink. He caught it up as soon as she tossed it in his direction, nodding with admiration as he felt the weight of it. “Not bad, Greengrass. For a girl.” Winking, he chuckled again as he heard her say that he’d better keep his stores away from the Prefects. “HA! You just watch ‘em try and take my shiz – they won’t make it out alive!” Nodding again, this time with assertion, Elliot knocked back the rest of the flask’s contents. He held the drink in for a moment, trying to avoid the coughing fit that he knew was inevitable. Alas, it was not but a minute later that he began to hack from the effects, nonetheless with a smile on his face as smoke came billowing out. “WHOO! Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Satisfied, he recapped the flask and turned it over in his hands slowly – one, two, three times, as Astoria told him that sometimes your hands got dirty when giving someone what they deserve. At the end of the third turn, Elliot began to lightly shake the container as he said, “Aye, but I’d rather he had watched where he was bleeding – this is one o’ my favorite vests!”

He watched her quietly, then, concentrating on his flask while she went to show the newest DJ what she found music to really be about. By the time she returned to his side, Elliot’s grin was in place and he began to unscrew the top of the flagon again. Blimey, I’m brilliant, he thought to himself. It appeared that his auto-refill spell had worked effortlessly, as the carafe had once more been filled with his personal concoction. He tipped the bottle to his lips and drained half its contents before dropping himself into the armchair beside Astoria. He’d get up in another minute, but right now he just wanted to enjoy the ride of his latest drink. Having noticed the smile that had played on her lips, he’d expected his friend to say something more entertaining than asking what else they should do at the event. Soothing his slight disappointment with another large swig, Elliot stayed quiet for a while. He wasn’t exactly thinking about what to say, more than he was trying to keep from drawing too much attention to his smoking beverage, which had begun to take more effect, as it came leaking out of his ears and nose. “Ahh, I’d say – I’d say we’d do well to – just not make - fools of – ourselves – yeah?” He had to pause every now and then in order to get a cough out, and realized that must have been the longest sentence he’d ever spoken. Yay for breaking records and all but, really, that was nothing new to the boy.

“If it’s fun you’re looking for, lovey, you might do to just make it yourself.” Taking out his wand then, the fifth year nodded in the direction of a group of younger girls that stood huddled by their dormitory entryway. He clucked his tongue and shook his head, wondering what the point of going to a party was if you weren’t even going to socialize with the right people – and would rather stand around looking like an idiot. Timidity was not attractive, it was boring. Taking another swig of brew, he proffered it to Astoria again before he got down to business. Rolling up the sleeves he didn’t have, he pointed his wand in their direction and said, none too quietly, “Confundo!” As she spell shot forth from his wand, he had to admit that his aim hadn’t been the best - he was beginning to feel the heady effects of the drink, but was determined to work through it, if only to wreak havoc for a longer period of time. Still, Elliot managed to hit one of the girls square in the back. She suddenly stopped talking to the others and walked away from them, only to walk back to them then into the wall they had been standing closest to. As her friends looked around, just as confused as she was, trying to figure out what had happened and how to stop it, Elliot doubled-over with laughter.

He was still snickering madly when he came back up for air a few minutes later, reaching over to Astoria for his flask. “The best part was when she walked into the wall. Did you see how she hit that honker of hers?! Hmp, idiot. Reckon she might have missed it if she’d taken a reduction charm to her flaring nostrils?” Thinking on the matter for a moment and deciding that, yes, if the girl’s nose had been smaller, she might not hurt as much as she will once her stupid friends figure out how to stop the charm he’d placed on her; Elliot continued to finish the flask’s contents for a second time. As he began the process of refilling it once more, he knew that this would be the last time for a while. He didn’t want to go through his entire stock in one night, nor did he wish to have it end badly – vomiting was not in the cards for him, as one experience of overdrinking had completely turned him off from it. Though he had to admit it was a rite of passage. You didn’t know anything about drinking if you didn’t lose your stomach at least once.

[THEODORE JACOB NOTT]

Theo had practicing guitar on his bed when it all began. It was quiet, and he'd been playing for no one; no one else was in there, but he was enjoying himself none-the-less. He was just lounging around, and then he heard it: the heavy bass that determined your heartbeat for you. He snickered, pausing in his playing almost immediately, mostly because he could no longer concentrate on whatever song he'd been trying to play anyway. He sighed, wondering whether or not he wanted to go down there. They had these often enough, he wouldn’t be missed at once. But, ah, what was it that everyone said? Oh yeah, YOLO. He let out another laugh at the thought, shaking his head before he took his acoustic guitar and put it back in its case. He walked into the mirror to glance at himself briefly. His hair was messy, his face was scruffy (as usual), and he donned no shirt at all (also as usual). He grinned at his reflection before grabbing his wand and heading down to the common room. He walked slowly, and by the time he arrived in the Common Room chaos had already ensued.

There was a fourth-year who seemed to be hog-tied and bloody for what reason Theo was unaware, there was a shattered butterbeer bottle on the floor. Glad I decided to wear shoes… he thought sarcastically before making his way quietly around the exterior of the room. He wasn’t searching for a friendly face. He knew where Eli was, but he didn’t feel like getting involved in all that just yet. Instead, he circled the outside of the room silently, watching as the events before him unfolded. He watched Eli take a swig of a beverage before smoke began pouring out of his ears, nose, and mouth, and Theo had to let out a laugh. And still no one noticed him. Not like anyone could distinguish his laugh over the rubbish they were playing anyway. Oh wait, Princess 1 seemed to have taken care of that. He smirked slightly, wondering if Princess 2 would be showing up to this fine shindig. The Greengrass sisters were constantly rivaling for the ‘top spot’ like there even was such a thing, and since he associated with both (Daph was in his year, and on the Quidditch team, and, well, AJ was dear friends with Eli, and in turn, pretty good friends with him). It was always an interesting time to watch the two… interact.

He rummaged through the cooler someone had set up beside the DJ booth, grabbed himself a small bottle of firewhiskey, and popped it open. He took a small sip, ignoring the minor burning sensation it caused. He knew whatever Eli had would be much harsher than this, and he certainly intended to find out how much harsher. Theo was absolutely brilliant at potions, and odds are if he tried he could make an alcohol just as good, and much less discrete than Eli’s little concoction, whatever it was. But he didn’t put his use to things like that. Why make things for himself when he could use that of others? And trust me, he planned on using lots of others. He knew there’d be a cooler. He knew there’d be fine alcohol. It was Slytherin. Why bring your own? Perhaps he was only of that mindset, though.

He stood against the wall, continuing to watch everything that was unfolding, and before he knew it, Eli had already confundused someone into a wall. Really? He hadn’t even been here for two minutes! New record? Perhaps. Eli was used to breaking records though. Sometimes he and Theo hold competitions at Slytherin practice to see how can hit the bludgers more. It made for an interesting time, and, minor injuries. After all, Slytherin liked it rough. His eyes fell upon a group of students dancing on the side of the room, and he wondered why people danced to music like this. He never danced, and when he did, it was with purpose. Could one dance with purpose? Theo wasn’t quite sure, but he left the ridiculous question unanswered before finally making his way over to the couch area to find Eli and AJ.

“The best part was when she walked into the wall. Did you see how she hit that honker of hers?! Hmp, idiot. Reckon she might have missed it if she’d taken a reduction charm to her flaring nostrils?”

Theo said nothing as he approached, watching carefully as Eli turned the flask once, twice, three times. He grinned, grasping the flask quickly from him.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he grinned, taking a large swig. He was right. The burning was worse. Much worse, but he swallowed easy and blew the cloud of smoke out with ease, making tiny rings as he did so. “I reckon even if she did shrink her nose she’d still be fugly as sin. Did her a favor…”

He threw his flask back to Eli before his eyes fell upon AJ.

“Princess,” he smirked, bowing in mockery before standing upright again. He took another swig of his firewhiskey and allowed his eyes to roam the room once more. The girl who’d been confundused was now crying to her friends, blood rushing from her nose. Theo scrunched his face in an ‘ooh’ sort of motion. That was an unfortunate little series of events. He did feel a little bad for the girl, but soon enough one of her friends was cleaning her up with a spell and they were searching around for the culprit, as if they really even had to look. The girl gasped as she caught sight of the three of them and she yanked out her wand. Theo laughed, and within seconds his own was out.

“I’d put that away if I were you little girl…” he warned as he took a few steps close to the girl.

“I’m not little!” she whined, and Theo shook his head with a laugh.

“You’re a fourth year…” he said flatly.

“I would be a fifth year!”

“And I’d be an adult… So, again, you’re little. Put it away, dear. I’m an exquisite duelist,” he warned. The girl narrowed her eyes, and Theo raised his own eyebrows in challenge, daring her to actually act. After the brief stare-off, though, the girl huffed and put her wand away. Theo grinned at his accomplishment before turning back to the two fifth years.

“Anyway… AJ think your sister will grace us with her presence tonight?” he asked, knowing Daphne was always a sour topic with AJ. And he loved making AJ’s mood sour. He rather enjoyed making everyone mood’s sour. He took a seat on one of the couches, taking another sip of his firewhiskey before he grinned at the other two.

[meepmeep]

The party was just about to begin, she decided as the room seemed to get that much more interesting.
"Oh, Eli..." She whispered, allowing her words to trail off as a malicious smile tricked her fine features. "We can have a private party later."
That just meant she'd climb a tower, get shitfaced, and sit around hexing people that walked by until she sobered up. Which would be most of the night. Of course she knew that her right-hand bro could handle her eccentricities. Perhaps a bit more than the rest of those people that she knew. She pouted and crossed her arms. "If you put it in those terms then I might have to finish it for you. So I don't have guilt about being disrespectful and whatnot. I couldn't live with myself if I made Eli even the slightest bit butthurt."
Of course Astoria was the queen of passive-aggressiveness. So she let a playful smile replace her malicious one, and she mouthed an "just kidding about the whole butthurt thing."

She crossed her arms and tossed her head, her bangs following.
"See here's the thing. I take pride that I've got breasts and other things that pertain to being a female, but I'm pretty damn ballsy," She said, standing up out of her chair. She snickered as he expelled copious amounts of smoke. AJ knew he was good at what he did, she just didn't like to admit it. Honestly, Eli was good at everything and she felt second-best. Nonetheless, she knew she could boulder WAY better than he could. So she'd just shrug when he complained about blood on his vest and she got up, dancing over to where the girl got hit square in the back with a nice little hex. The fact that she hit the wall made her smile that much more, allowing herself to make a sad face as if she pitied the girl before allowing herself to titter with wild laughter, twirling on her toes and scoping the room out again.

"I'd suggest seeing someone about that," She remarked, before turning to be face to face with a certain Theodore Nott. As he greeted her, she allowed a pleasant smile to cross her features, sweeping low in a bow and allowing herself a slow time to snap back up, knowing that a good number of males in the room were staring blatantly at how well she rocked the shorts. "Colonel Clusterfuck," She greeted back, saluting him mockingly. It was true that if anyone could make her upset, he could. But after spending years with him around she'd figured out how to deal with it. Sometimes, life just wasn't the same without his sarcastic quips to get her through the day. Most importantly, he brought flavor into her life--Even if she sometimes wanted to wring his neck.

When the thought of Daphne crossed her mind, AJ merely shrugged and snickered. "She's probably getting boned by some no-name in a broom closet. After all, she can't go a few hours without letting some guy--Or girl, if she's drunk enough--to bring her pleasure." She then crossed her arms and smiled, knowing that that was somewhat the truth. An exaggeration, but mostly the truth. She just liked to remind everyone that her older sister was a slore, and that the younger Greengrass still was pure. At least, to everyone's knowledge she was still a virgin.

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[ELLIOT MICHAEL JAMESON]

Completely disregarding his most previous thoughts, Elliot had brought the flask to his lips for another drink. However, before the finished product could make contact, he found it being snatched out of his hand. “OI!” he shouted, loud enough to cause the group nearest to his own to jump from shock and look hurriedly over their shoulders at him. Brandishing his fist at them, he lowered his eyes and shook his hand, clearly showing them that if they preferred he could quit the yelling, only for more beatings to ensue. They turned away as quickly as they could, and scuttled off to the corner of the room farthest from Eli. Satisfied, he turned back to address the problem of whoever had the nerve to remove the drink from his hand – though he had a pretty good idea of who it had been already. Sure enough, he found himself looking at Theo (or as Eli liked to call him Thoe), his best mate through and through. Grinning at his friend’s reaction to his concoction, he caught the flask up and tipped it back to his lips, feeling the warmth slide through him and doing a horrible job of imitating the rings that Theo had created with his batch of smoke. Coughing, he passed the flask off to Astoria before readjusting his beanie once more. “Aye, private parties are the best, and you know I’m ready to have a go any time of day!”

He snickered a little at the thought of him watching from atop the tallest tower with his broom in hand as AJ tried to climb it, knowing that as soon as she lost her grip - for that was inevitable, especially if there was going to be drinking – he’d hop on and catch up before she even got close to the ground. “Eew, I’d rather not discuss what body parts you do or do not have which attract the male population to your door, dear, I’m liable to lose my drink for that!” He shuddered again at the thought, not allowing himself to even think about giving her body the once-over. The time for that had passed through their years of friendship, though he had to admit that he could see why some of the boys might find her attractive. Strictly speaking, Astoria wasn’t his ‘type,’ but Elliot was sure it could mostly be chocked up to the fact that they were like siblings at heart anyway. He shook his head again to chase away anymore thoughts of her being, uh, tangled with any guy, and reached his hand out for the rotation of the flask. He laughed raucously as both Theo and Astoria commented on the nose of the gril who he’d just Confunded to walk into the wall, raising his flask in a cheering motion as the former said he did her a favor. He snickered again as Theo addressed Astoria as ‘Princess’ and she replied with ‘Colonel Clusterfuck,’ knowing full well what it was all about. He loved each of them like no other but, blimey, they could sure rattle each other’s nerves if they so chose to. If anything, their interaction was always right for entertainment for the fifth year boy, something he began to look forward to on occasion.

As his eyes roved over to the victim of his wicked entertainment once more, Elliot made no point to hide his once-more ensuing laughter. He pointed openly at her, laughing even harder as she dared to draw her wand. He didn’t even waste his time rising from his seat, rather suited to sit back and watch with glee as Theo drew his own and stepped up to the sniveling child. While he had been excited for a raging battle that would have undoubtedly been unfair and in the favor of his best friend, Eli had to admit that it was still a little too early in the party to begin scratching at each other’s throats - you know, Elliot’s prior scuffle with that wretched DJ not included; he did that for the greater good. They certainly needed someone who knew what kind of music was acceptable or not, and he just helped them all figure it out - did the world a favor with that one, too, if you asked him. That was another fugly bastard who needed to learn his place. How unfortunate not all the males in their House could be as gorgeous and tempting as he and Theo. Knocking back another swig of Astoria Surprise, the young man had to be careful not to spit any of it out as, to answer Theo’s inquiry, the girl stated that her sister was probably off somewhere, ahem, ‘getting boned by some no-name in a broom closet.’ “You’re a right lady, AJ, at the best of times,” he said, the smoke from his drink coming out in a rush as he tried not to cough while speaking.

While he knew his friend had that bottle of Firewhiskey, Elliot tossed his flask to him again, catching his eye in the process and sharing a wide grin. He knew exactly his friend had asked about Daphne, and he had to say he couldn’t blame him, for the thought had more than crossed his mind as well. Seeing the Greengrass sisters together was always a delight for those in the immediate vicinity, though he had learned long ago that getting into the middle of any of their squabbling wasn’t something anyone with a right mind would want to do. As nasty as they could be separately, they were even more so when together, not to mention destructive, though Elliot still found the entire situation highly amusing. Shiiiit, if the girls were to be together, that’d be the highlight entertainment of the party for sure, and you could bet that Eli would be taking bets from the others as to which sister would win the inevitable fight. Of course, whether or not the young man paid out was a different story – he liked money just as much as the next guy…well, okay, a lot more than that, and someone else’s money was literally Galleons in his pocket. Musing over that thought, he suddenly found himself wishing for Daphne to show up, and stood from his seat for a better view as he cast his eyes around the dungeon Common Room. He couldn’t help the “HA!” as his set of chocolate browns flitted past the newly-appointed DJ and back again – the kid’s face had turned almost ashen as he saw Eli spot him, obviously terrified that he wasn’t doing a well-enough job and was about to be beat worse than a bloody mess now. However, the Snake had more important things in mind.

Walking up to Theo, he retrieved his flask only to find it had emptied once more. Frowning, he quickly repeated the motions necessary to refill the container then took a quick swig before handing it back to his friend. Adjusting his vest, he began to venture into the midst of all the dancing students, well aware of the female eyes that followed him as he went. Smirking from the attention, a whore for it as he was when it was coming from the fairer sex, Eli winked at nearly every girl who caught his eye, going so far as to slap the behind of the more-deserving ones. He wasn’t sure who he was looking for right then, but he knew one thing: they would certainly have a beauty incomparable to any others’, but equally matched to his own – as best as it could be, anyway. He wasn’t in the mood for dancing as he was in the mood for a quick snogging session to tide him over until he wanted something more; which, on any given day, wouldn’t be too far off from the kissing. He made it into the middle of the dance floor before taking one last sweeping glance around him, turning on the spot for effect. Sighing heavily, he raised his hands in a defeated manner and walked back to his companions, choosing to ignore the eyes and whines of disappointment that followed his actions. “Blimey, where are all the gorgeous birds? Half of them look as if they too have been Confunded to walk into a wall,” he shared with his friends, snickering anew at his words and casting his eyes into his victim’s direction for more pointed laughter. Merlin, he did love to heckle some.

[THEODORE JACOB NOTT]

Theo almost spat his firewhiskey out at Astoria’s mention of what Daphne was probably up to. Eli was quick to toss him the flask, and Theo grinned a thanks to him before taking another swig. The stuff was bloody brutal, but bloody good. He swallowed and leaned his head back, allowing the smoke to billow out of him like a chimney as he coughed a few times, choking it down and letting out a laugh at Eli’s comment, shaking his head. The classiest dame I know, without a doubt, Theo thought to himself, smirking only slightly before opening his mouth to speak.

“Ah, the life of Slytherin royalty. Sounds about as fun as throwing a stick down the street, really…” he grinned, waggling his eyebrows in Eli’s direction. Theo knew what AJ had said was mostly true. He’d heard Daphne plenty of times in the Quidditch locker rooms, while she was, er, in the throes of passion, likely taking advantage of some unsuspecting ‘fan’ of hers. After all, she was a princess. But he also knew that it was at the very least a slight exaggeration. After all, Quidditch matches alone could take a few hours, and if she was getting laid during that Theo really didn’t want to know how she managed. He took another sip of his bottle of firewhiskey before frowning, finding it empty. He placed it in the ground next to him rather than chucking it against the wall like someone had earlier. One broken bottle was enough for now. He felt the flask being wrenched from his hands and he let it go without complaint. It was Eli’s to begin with, after all. His thoughts returned to the Greengrass sisters, knowing that if Daphne would show up there’d likely be a cat fight, which Theo was never, ever opposed to. He didn’t find the Greengrass sisters attractive, but it was mostly because their personalities annoyed him so heavily, not because they weren’t actually attractive. Hell, Merlin knew they had all the right things in all the right places, but Theo wasn’t about to do anything with someone he felt like smacking on such an often basis. But that was moreso AJ than Daphne.

At the laugh Eli let out at the DJ Theo raised his brow. Was he about to get hog-tied, too? The thought brought a smirk to Theo’s face as the DJ’s eyes widened in practical terror. Theo let out a laugh before taking a seat on one of the vacant chairs across from AJ and Eli, laziness getting the best of them.

“Oh, here we go,” Theo muttered with a laugh as he watched Eli go searching through the crowd of girls that had taken the dance floor. Eli made his way through the crowd eyeing up girls, smacking others, and the girls practically squealed with delight at the fact that his eyes had even glanced over them for not more than a second. The girls loved fawning over Eli, their eyes practically ripping his clothes off as he walked. Theo shook his head. One girl actually did squeal as Eli’s hand graced her butt with a light smack. Theo let out a laugh before turning his eyes back to the DJ who looked relieved at the fact that he wasn’t about to end up like the boy who had the job prior to him. How did they decide who to put in the DJ booth anyway? Oh, you look like you might know what you’re doing – you do it. Merlin knew not a single one of them was about to get there and do it when they could be down here enjoying all the fun. Theo had considered playing his own electric guitar on more than one occasion for the parties, but he’d always been rather reserved about his skill at the instrument. Only those who were closest to him even knew he played, unless someone got a glimpse of him playing outside on a nice day, which, ya know, could happen. Just because he didn’t tell people he played guitar didn’t mean that people didn’t know. He’d have to remember that.
Eli returned disappointed, with no lady on his arm, complaining about how all the girls in attendance looked as though they’d run into walls, too. Maybe they had… Theo smirked at the thought, though it was wiped away by the sound of the girls whining in disappointment at the fact that none of them were deemed good enough to be in the presence of Eli Jameson. Some of the more gutsy girls would hang on the outskirts of wherever he or Theo were, hoping that by chance they’d lock eyes and the girl could spew her undying love for one or both of them to them, but Theo and Eli had gotten good at ignoring the crazies. And, let me tell you, there were a lot of them over the years. Theo shrugged his shoulders lightly before his eyes found AJ.

“Princess, I think you’ve just been insulted,” he feigned shock, placing a hand to his heart as his jaw hung open. He could only handle the expression for a few seconds before his face fell back into his usual, somewhat brooding expression. He glanced around the room, trying to scope and see if Eli had missed any hidden beauty among the wretches, but alas he too found that none of the girls in attendance were particularly attractive at all. He would have risen and checked the crowd himself, but he was already shirtless, and he didn’t quite feel like being involuntarily touched by any of the girls. There was always one who tried, and Theo was always swift in smacking their hand away, glaring immediately at whoever it was. Sometimes they whined, other times they ran off terrified. He preferred the latter to the former every time. Whining was one of those things that made Theo’s skin crawl with annoyance. At one of the parties it had actually been a guy that had tried to touch him once as he waded through the dance floor, and Theo’s eyes widened in shock before he shoved the boy roughly away. The boy now refuses to make eye contact with Theo whenever they see each other, and Theo glares promptly in his direction.

“But in all seriousness, that’s a question I ask myself every day, Eli. Where are all the gorgeous birds?” he said with a laugh before looking around for his bottle of Firewhiskey, remembering only then that it had been emptied a few minutes prior. He rose from the couch, knocking over the bottle that had been resting by his feet in the process before making it over to the cooler and grabbing another bottle of Firewhiskey. He popped it open once more before allowing the cool beverage to slide down his throat with no problem at all. Firewhiskey was practically water compared to whatever it was in Eli’s flask. He returned swiftly to the chair he’d been sitting in before, resting his feet on the black, glass table to make himself more comfortable.

His stomach gave a light grumble and as he glanced around the room in search of some kind of food he was sorely disappointed. “Oi where’s the food?” he asked, eyeing the hog-tied boy with narrow slits. He rose from the place where he’d been sitting, again, and walked over to the bloody boy. With a flick of his wand the boy was untied and cowering before Theo, and Theo just laughed at the sight.

“You’re going to go to the kitchens and get enough food to last the party, geddit?” he said and the fourth year boy opened his mouth to speak, Theo pointed his wand directly to the boy’s forehead. “I think you might just want to go, now,” Theo threatened and the boy’s eyes widened in terror before he nodded and scurried out of the common room, the wall slamming behind him. Theo let out a laugh before walking back over to AJ and Eli.

“Least the boy’s good for something if he’s a rubbish dj,” Theo said with a grin, taking another sip of his firewhiskey, his blood beginning to feel warm in his veins. Oh yes, the night was only beginning.

[meepmeep]

Jul 23, 2012 2:45:47 GMT @meepmeep said:

AJ allowed herself a luxurious stretch, enjoying the fact that she was one of the few that tasted true popularity. At least Eli was one she could tolerate. Theo was another story, but she would keep him around for kicks. He certainly was an amusing creature, at least from just how they interacted. She wouldn't mind just dicking around with him as it was.
"Well, I'm planning on holding one after the excitement dies down. That might be sooner than later, but you never know," She replied, allowing her gaze to rest on her friend momentarily before shifting back onto one of the second years who tried to avoid the fire. Nonetheless, she knew he'd get dragged into it eventually. That was always the rule of these little parties they'd throw.

She knew that talk of things other than the 'strictly sibling' talk made Eli shift in his boots. More or less, she was trying to keep her poker face in front of the rest of the house. Slytherin knew her as that girl who'd definitely beaten the odds of not being a "pampered princess." Just a bitchy one who wasn't afraid to get dirty and rowdy with the rest of the guys. She was tomboyish in all reality, but her attitude would never tell you that. Astoria's blue eyes clouded over with thought, watching as the girl with the awful nose tried desperately to make up for what just occurred. The night wasn't a real night without some general chicanery. Nonetheless, there'd be more than enough for the girl to wrap her mind around from the looks of it.

"See, here's the thing about my darling sister," AJ began, waving her arms to add emphasis to her words. "She ruins it when she opens her mouth. She's nothing but a whiny brat who never got past her early teenage drama. So she gets these no-names to have one-night stands with because for her, you want to get away from her the second you're finished! I mean, she'll find something to complain about, even in the heat of passion..."
A few snickers rose from the people who were listening in, mainly because of how flamboyant the younger sister got when describing how horrible it would be to bed the older Greengrass. If she could get away with talking smack about sissy dearest without any of her worshippers around, she would.

Her gaze flitted back to Theo, watching him as he carried on with "asserting his dominance," as AJ would quietly joke about when he wasn't around. Compensating for something? She thought so. However, she was ready for his next quip and she allowed herself to play the "crocodile tears" she tended to use to get out of homework. Her eyes got big and glazed over, seeming as if she were threatening to cry.
"I...I'll cry tears of blood...Oh, Eli, how could you! I'll go throw myself off a tower now," She said, moreso in mockery of the more desperate girls of the house. The whiny, victimy girls that reminded her too much of her darling sister. At least, the girls that were annoying enough to make AJ want to retch.
"See, I don't need a boy at my side falling over into my lap to make me feel worth it. Besides, if Eli called me attractive and meant it, I'd have to consider it incest."

She noticed that same annoying second year cowering in the corner and she pulled her wand out, quietly muttering a hex that made his little conservative water bottle be full of maggots. Panicking, he dropped the bottle and squealed like a girl. AJ roared with laughter, kicking her feet up into her armchair. "I'll give you 20 galleons if you eat one," She bribed the kid who looked like he'd cry if anyone did anything else to him.

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[daphne]

Daphne Greengrass rarely studied. Especially on nights like tonight. But she had found herself in need of an escape, so instead of hanging around in the common room waiting for something to happen, she had taken refuge in the library, milling about and making eyes at a Ravenclaw boy that was roaming around in the restricted section. Of course, nothing had come of that: Daph rarely lowered herself to the house of Ravenclaw. She was a Slytherin kind of girl, through and through. She smiled at the thought and neatly closed the book that had been keeping her attention for a the past couple of minutes. She slowly stuffed it into her purse and then made for the door, not bothering to check the book out via Madame Pince...the old hag probably wouldn’t have even noticed if she took the screaming book in the top right corner of the Restricted Section. The poor librarian was beginning to loser her touch, if Daph did say so herself.

Daphne knew that there was a party going on in the Slytherin common room - it was something that she had learned to pick up over the years. Her hand trailed lightly against the wall as she moved toward the dungeon entrance, feeling the thumping of music as it filled the stones that she was in contact with. Her face fell slightly when she realized that she recognized the song, it was one of AJ’s favorites. Which could only mean one thing...her darling sister was inside living it up with the Slytherin boys. She felt herself mentally gag and then rolled her eyes. Her sister was nothing if not a carbon copy of herself, and yet, there was something so different about her. She had...feelings.

Daphne didn’t like to slip quietly into the common room, and tonight was no exception. She stopped through the common room entrance, slamming it behind her with enough force to get everyone’s attention. It was the kind of notion that defiantly said, Look, The real Slytherin Princess was here, ”I thought I heard the party. Can’t believe you started without me.”

[/b] She said as she entered, stopping for a moment to lean against the nearest pillar. She surveyed the people that were standing around, some of them milling about as if they were right Hufflepuffs. She felt a smirk starting to pull at the edges of her lips. It was then that she saw AJ and heard what she was saying. She caught her name and a few snickers from those who surrounded her.

”Oh little sister,”[/b] She mused as she crossed the room. She made eye contact with both Eli and Theo before pulling Eli’s arm around her shoulders and then grinning wickedly as she looked up at him, ”Why do you hang out with her, Eli?”[/b] She muttered and gave him a wink. She lifted up his arm and then ducked underneath it, setting her sights on Theodore Nott next. She didn’t dare touch him, feeling all too familiar with the way that he was liable to lash out. Instead, she circled him, her eyes a mixture of dangerous curiosity and interest, ”And you, Nott. You know better than to fall for the tricks of a pathetic 5th year who can’t even find herself a proper date to the Welcome Back ball.”[/b] She raised one eyebrow at her sister and then found her way to the nearest armchair, digging her fingernails into the leather for just a moment before sitting down and throwing her legs over the arm.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[ELLIOT MICHAEL JAMESON]

Elliot rolled his eyes at the mention of Astoria being ‘royalty.’ Though he was used to his friend being addressed by the title, he found it quite ridiculous that she and her sister were always chasing the title away from each other. Really, the way he saw it was if Slytherin needed a deity to worship, why not him? He laughed at Theo’s comment, however belatedly it might have been, and quickly drained the contents of his flask before passing it off again, so he could scour the dungeons for someone the slightest bit fair as he. Alas, he returned to his friends dejectedly, his hands in his pockets, a small pout on his face. It had been quite long enough since he’d found someone worth allowing to be with him in such a manner, and two days was beginning to feel like years! He snickered when Theo told AJ that he thought she might have been insulted by his comment, but he was nodding vehemently as quickly as the girl said ‘twould be considered incest if Eli ever found her attractive. He shuddered again at the thought, suddenly sure of his empty hands. His eyes roaming from Theo to Astoria, he pinned down the flask and took it back up, turning it over in his hands in order to refill it again. “You know, doll, your bleeding eyes might just be brighter than the lot out there,” he said, tossing his head back in the direction from which he’d just come.

“I imagine those gals might get a bit more attention if they were sore, compared to how they look now, aye, mate?” he said, speaking the last to Theo, a twinkling in his eye as he winked at him. Having successfully filled the container with his deliciously wicked concoction once more, Elliot unscrewed the top and tipped it back into his mouth. The swig he took was smaller than the others prior, but only because, out of the corner of his eye, he saw who had so severely interrupted the gathering. He should have guessed, who else but the elder Greengrass could demand the attention of every eye with the seemingly most innocent gesture? Snorting derisively at the thought that Daphne was possibly innocent; the young man nearly lost his mouthful. Wiping the dribble from his mouth, with knowing that the girls around him would find themselves upset once more, as he hadn’t inquired as to which one would like to lick it off for him – something that was per usual for the lad – Eli knew that it wouldn’t chase them away in the slightest, his dribble. In a sickening way, it would only cause them to linger for longer periods of time. He shook his head at the thought, telling himself for the umpteenth time that no girl of that sort would ever be called a lady, nor would she ever find herself lucky enough to wind up in his arms, no matter for how little a time it would be.

As every male eye seemed to follow Daphne through the Common Room, Elliot turned his towards Theo. He watched as his friend untied the boy and considered being disappointed by the fact that he was no longer his hostage, but changed his mind as he knew Theo would be sending him to the kitchens to do what the freed house-elves should have been doing ages ago – catering to their every want and need, countless platters of delicacies laid out before them. He grinned as his teammate joined them once more, nodding in agreement. “Pity he needed to be untied for that, though” he mused quietly, almost to himself, then quickly deciding that once he returned with their stores of food, Elliot would just tie him up again. A wicked grin spreading across his face, he barely had time to glance at Astoria – who was trying to bribe an underclassman to eat a maggot, nasty - before they were joined by her older sister. Still grinning, he was unable to deny the sensation that filled him as Daphne put her arm around his shoulder. While he was closer to Astoria, his feelings for her sister were still to remain undecided.

After so many years of knowing her through the younger Greengrass, though he admitted he still didn’t know her all too well, Elliot would venture so far as to say he was harboring the smallest crush for her, though he’d never make mention of it out loud or in front of Astoria – she’d go ballistic for sure if she heard him, and possibly most likely try to hex him, or blow his head up. Or toss him off a tower without his broom. Yikes! And so the boy had chosen to remain silent, knowing full well that what he thought amounted to be a crush was merely a greater sense of amusement than what he got from being around other girls. For one thing, he was apt to not flirt with Astoria as much as he once had, the sisterly vibe coming off too strong from her; but he considered Daphne fair game in the play, as he was the first to dole it out almost as good as he. Almost. Chuckling, he raised his flask to her in a salute before answering. “Don’t you know, precious? It’s so I can see you on the occasion that you decide to grace us all with your wondrous presence.” As she drew her arm away from him then, he returned her wink with a low-sweeping bow. Still grinning, he rose quickly, finding himself beginning to get a little off-balance – why, if his drink wasn’t doing its job. He had to hand it to himself; he did know how to brew something nasty.

As he looked over at Astoria, the grin vanished from his face. He tried to keep himself well-distanced from the pair of them, seeing the older sister circle Theo as she made her rounds on the group. Unsure of how his friend was going to react, unsure of how much alcohol she had actually taken in to this point, Elliot found himself getting excited. He hoped that the girls would provide some long-awaited entertainment for them all, knowing full well that it didn’t usually take too long for them to be at each other for one reason or another. Really, sometimes they didn’t even need a reason. Them being sisters and battling for the same medal was enough to get them standing on their high horses, their wands as javelins in the matter. As Elliot tipped his flask back again, his eyebrows quirked as he began to imagine the pair of Greengrass sisters dueling their hardest, each of them shouting in turn: I’m the real Princess! .... No! I am!

Snickering to himself at the thought, he suddenly found himself wondering where the boy that Theo had sent off had gone to. Surely a trip to the kitchens wouldn’t have taken this long – as it was literally down the way from the Slytherin Common Room, the kid would have to be the biggest arse in the history of the world. Well, he mused, considering the fact that the bugger couldn’t even play decent music…. He took another swig then, holding on to the chair behind him for support before lowering himself down into it, his eyes on Astoria. While he was expectantly waiting a show to begin between her and Daphne, he also wanted to make sure that his friend wouldn’t get wound too tightly over her sister’s presence and behavior – which was obvious to anyone that the younger Greengrass was bothered so by it.

[THEODORE JACOB NOTT]

At the thought of AJ crying bloody tears Theo rolled his eyes slowly before Eli’s comment reached his ears and he let out a laugh, nodding quietly in agreement.

“Cheers to that, mate,” he grinned, winking right back at Eli. They were really quite a pair, weren’t they? Two guys who couldn’t be more full of themselves making fun of those who were blessed with less than fortunate genetics. Theo thought ugly children were the sign that their parents shouldn’t have been together. If your parents were supposed to be together, you’d end up with gorgeous children like himself, Eli, AJ, and Daphne. And even though Theo’s true parents never got to be together like they deserved to be, a fact which still made Theo’s skin crawl with untamed fury, he knew that they should have been. What other reason could there be behind his perfection?

Alas, his grin fell, his laughter quickly diminishing at the mention of incest and the sight of maggots. While he couldn’t agree more that watching Eli and AJ would be like watching a brother and sister, placing the title on it just made it all kinds of officially weird to think about. He didn’t need that picture in his head. He laughed as Eli nodded his head faster than he should have, as if the faster he shook it he more obvious his agreement would be. Theo had wanted to say that Eli was going to hurt himself nodding that hard, but his words were lost as his face fell into one of sheer disgust at the act AJ had performed with the maggots. His face fell further when she’d offered to pay the small, second year boy to eat one of them. The boy had run away horrified. One of the smarter lads indeed. Theo could think of a good 25 second years who would have groveled at her feet and eaten maggots for an hour if it meant that the infamous AJ Greengrass would have paid attention to them. He rolled his eyes again. Disgusting was the only word that came to mind, but at the mention of eating something Theo’s eyes narrowed slightly as he wondered where in the world his kitchen slave had gotten to. It didn’t take this long to get food. Theo had done it plenty of times himself to know. Theo often enjoyed trips to the kitchen by himself for midnight snacks and things of that nature. He just really enjoyed the fact that he had access to free food 24/7 and not a soul in the world could stop him. Well, the prefects could try if they really wanted to, but it didn’t take much thought on how that would end for them really. Here’s a hint: very bad.

And then it was like the room fell silent for a few brief seconds, save for the music still blaring in the background as Daphne Greengrass entered the room. An immediate grin broke out on Theo’s face as his eyes widened in excitement. Daphne was here! That meant she and AJ would fight! Goooooooal! He snickered lightly at his thoughts before Daphne was sauntering toward them, every guy in the room’s eyes trailing her. It was a little pathetic, really. What chance did a second year have with a seventh year like Daphne? None, but she was pretty to look at, certainly nice than any of the other women in the room. His eyes glanced around the room to take the scene in momentarily. Some boys were simply staring, their jaws hanging open. Other boys seemed to be drooling, and others still seemed to look terrified. Daphne was a harmless little peach, why would they be scared of her? Pffffft. Right. He grinned once more at the thought before Daphne finally arrived at where they were seated. At the mention of starting the party without her Theo smirked.

“We were merely making sure everything was ready for your spectacular entrance, your highness,” Theo let out a laugh as he shook his head, bowing slightly in his seat before he took another sip of his firewhiskey. He watched as Daphne made her way over to him, circling him like a hawk. His eyes were narrowed at the girl, but the grin on his face gave away the fact that he wasn’t angry in the slightest. At the mention of him falling for the tricks of a 5th year Theo had to laugh.

Saucy little minx, wasn’t she? Of the two Greengrass sisters Theo was undoubtedly closer to Daphne. They were in the same year, and both on the Quidditch team, and he had the spot that she’d wanted third year. Though he had to admit that she ended up being a pretty decent chaser… sometimes. They shared a lot of the same classes together, and so whenever the sisters got into a fight Theo always found himself backing Daphne. It was mostly because AJ tended to get on his last nerve, but they tolerated each other. For who’s sake Theo wasn’t really sure anymore, but he knew that the two tolerated each other, and he supposed that's what mattered.

Theo shook his head at Daphne. “My princess you wound me,” he pouted in fake disappointment before his eyes narrowed at her. “Don’t doubt my intelligence. We all know what happened last time you doubted me. I rather like your nose when it’s not gushing blood, so please don’t tempt me with a good time,” he winked in her direction before yet taking another sip of his firewhiskey, beginning to feel its effects the slightest bit more heavily. He was sure it was Eli’s concoction that was doing it, and not the firewhiskey that went down like water. Or, maybe it was the fact that the firewhiskey was going down like water. Quite the conundrum indeed. The wall opened once more and finally, after what felt like seven and a half years, the boy had returned with two platters of food in hand, and one platter of food in floating behind him.

“About bloody time! I should hex you for taking so long!” Theo shouted as the fourth-year placed the trays down on the glass table that was in the middle of all the chairs. He opened his mouth to say something but with a swift swish of his wand a zipper appeared over the boys mouth, and the only sounds to leave his mouth were muffled grunts. “Shut up. You’re embarrassing yourself in front of the royal court. Eli, do take care of this peon,” he said, waving a mocking hand at the fourth year, hoping Eli would just tie him back up like he had last time. He let out a laugh before he picked up a ham sandwich and bit in, waiting for the entertainment to truly begin.

[VIVIAN HOPE BLACKWELL]

Vivian was bored.

She had been lounging around in the dorm room, by herself. When Vivian wanted to be alone, the other girls got out. She would either sweet talk them, making them want to do anything for her, or just tell them flat out, depending on what she sensed would work best with them. Vivian was excellent at reading people, and a master manipulator. She couldn't care less what anyone thought of her. She literally just couldn't muster up any sort of feeling in response to others opinions of her. But then again, Vivian never really felt much at all. She just cared about getting what she wanted. What did it matter how she got it? The other girls knew that upsetting Vivian would make their lives hell.

Vivian ran a hand through her long blonde hair. It was wavy today, and gently tousled. Vivian loved her hair. She was part Veela, and adored it. She thought it made her special. And Vivian thought that being blonde was the perfect Veela trait. She had enjoyed having the dorm to herself, but now she was getting bored. She wanted some excitement, and wasn't picky about how she got it.

She stood up, smoothing out her outfit, which was, as always, accentuating her beautiful figure to get the best effect. Vivian looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Then she proceeded down to the common room.

There seemed to be some sort of party going on. The Greengrass sisters were preening like they owned the place. Each thought of themselves as the 'Slytherin Princess'. Vivian suppressed a laugh. If she ever caught herself pining for such a pathetic title, she'd blow her brains out. Vivian just didn't care about such things. Her only concern was her fun.

There were drinks, and music, and all the elements for some real messy fun. Vivian saw Theo and Eli, the only two people she could tolerate for very long. The three of them had fun. She knew they were loyal to her (well, as loyal as a Slytherin gets), and that was valuable. Time to recapture their attention; Vivian didn't like others getting attention. Not one bit. Heads had turned when she entered the common room, but that wasn't enough.

She walked over, a small smile playing on her perfect lips. "Well well well," she said, sweetly, "someone started a party and didn't invite me?" she looked at Theo and Eli, pouting slightly. "Is someone going to get me a drink?"

[meepmeep]

There was something about the rest of the members of her house that just made her angry. However, it spurred her power trips on. The moment her sister walked in her demeanor changed. She seemed to recoil like a cat ready to strike. Her eyes narrowed only slightly, but not much else would indicate where her emotions were going.
"See, here's what sets me apart from girls like you," She began, carefully kicking her feet up to show that she wasn't in the mood to get into a fight. Especially not to sate the desires of those around her. "I don't need to have a 'date,' or anyone else for that matter, to feel powerful. Unfortunately for you the only time you feel power is when you're on top."
Of course, she'd continuously comment on her sister's escapades. AJ got some power from quite possibly being the only girl in Slytherin to have kept her virginity intact past fourteen. She really didn't care about others' thoughts on her chastity.
To be honest, she didn't care much about what the others thought. She didn't care much about any of them, as it was. Eli was the only friend she needed in her eyes. She knew it was honestly the intimidation factor that boosted her up to the "princess status," even if she didn't really want the title in the first place. Most people who knew her beyond the facade she put on would know she didn't like being top dog. Not even her sister knew how uncomfortable she was. Sure, AJ was a natural leader. She was definitely talented with her people skills. She just couldn't find any level of connection with the rest of the Slytherins. She cared, which was something they didn't. Years of being around the selfishness rubbed off on her in a different way. She just was angry at this point.
Granted, she knew that everyone had their own opinions about her. They could have them, and she'd be fine....But would she?
"I understand you all get a real kick out of this, but I must digress, Daphne's got me beat," AJ began, standing up and waving her arms to add some flourishes to her words. "Oh yes, she is a princess indeed. A real lady who can't afford to get her hands dirty for anything. So she'll just manipulate one of her lovers into doing the task for her."
Then she proceeded to continue on, circling the room before returning to her armchair."She might be on the quidditch team, but that just tells me she's good when there's something between her legs."
She knew she had to pick a fight she could win, but she hated arguing with words. She wasn't the smartest of kids out there when it came to books or words, but she was street smart. She knew better. She'd been around enough to know the difference.
Her blue eyes focused on her beloved sister, choosing to ignore the rest of the kids in the room. Of course, all the attention had turned to the two beautiful vixens that seemed to be preparing for a fight. "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, big sister. We must act like human beings while in the company of others, not like animals. And this means controlling our animalistic desires..."
AJ laughed, perhaps a little too challenging at that point. Stealing the flask back, she took a nice drink from it and expelled smoke without a second thought. Unfortunately, a part of her enjoyed pain, and another part of her enjoyed being the one to deliver it. It all just depended on her mood. Right now, she seemed up for anything, though.

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[daphne]

Daphne’s eyes lit up slightly when Eli answered her with all the graces that she thought she deserved. He was a perpetual flirt, her little sister’s best friend was. Someone she dared to say she would have been interested in, had he been a couple years older and not so very...clingy to AJ. In his own little way, he was cute...but definitely not Daphne’s type. After all, he had made it his personal goal to become the best friend of the younger Miss Greengrass, and that was not to be tolerated in her book. If he really knew what was good for him, he would have befriended her, not her ridiculously untamable little sister. She raised an eyebrow at his bow, her fingers twitching slightly as she resisted the urge to touch him again. She was all for human contact, it was a way of expressing her power, something that AJ seemed to know all too much about, ”Always good to see you, Jameson. Tell me you’re not getting into trouble again.”

[/b] She said, eyeing the flask in his hands. There would be time for that later. There was always time for drinking with the Slytherins.

Moving from Eli to the elder Mr. Nott, Daphne felt her head give a surge of confidence. She was definitely more aware of Nott...in more ways that one. She spent a good deal of time with him, whether at the occasional Slytherin party, on the pitch, or just happening to run into him. They were always so hot and cold toward each other and she could tell, from the use of his pet-names this evening, that it was going to be a hot one. Mentally, she knew that she had to prepare herself. Theodore Nott was the one person that she had not slept with on the Quidditch Team, nor did she want to. She thought that it might ruin the dangerous chemistry that they had brewing between them, not that she would ever admit that to anyone...especially not AJ or Theo himself. She would just let it go, simmering and boiling like a teakettle of water, ”My darling Theo...I have every right to doubt your intelligence. After all-”[/b] She grinned wickedly, ”You have gotten hit quite a few times with rogue bludgers lately. I imagine quite a few brain cells have been knocked out of whack.”[/b]

Daphne held out her hands for the flask that was in Eli’s, knowing full-well what was inside. Eli had a knack for creating concoctions that were lethal to the untrained drinker. Luckily for Daph, she had spent quite a few years perfecting her ability to drink large amounts. It was one of the staples of the modern Slytherin - ability to hold liquor like a pro. With the entrance of a new voice into the ring, she felt her muscles tense. Her eyes slowly flitted up to meet those of Vivian Blackwell. Oh how she hated her. That girl was always asking for trouble, flaunting her Veela figure around as if she was better than everyone else. Swear to Merlin, she needs to be knocked down... She thought with a bitter glance at Theo and Eli, ”Why don’t you get it yourself, buttercup?”[/b] She finally said, her voice dripping heavily with dangerously sweet honey. As much as she couldn’t stand Vivian, she wasn’t her target tonight...AJ was.

Daphne yawned and used the back of her hand to cover her mouth, then she slowly crossed her legs at the ankles, still allowing them to dangle over the side of the chair. AJ was in full defense mode, which meant that all of this was about to get very interesting.

”No, Little Snake, what sets you apart from girls like me is your inability to act like a lady.”[/b] She said, swinging her legs down so that they were firmly planted on the floor. AJ might have been sending her signals that said a fight wasn’t in the cards, but Daph wasn’t picking up on them. She was ready to get going. Her fingertips grazed a turkey sandwich that was near the edge of the platter on the glass table, but she didn’t take it, not yet. There was no way that she would risk talking with her mouth full in front of all these people. She wasn’t surprised that AJ took a stab at her extracurricular activities, after all, she assumed that the girl was just jealous. Little sisters tended to get that way.

”Control?”[/b] Daphne had remained quiet for the most part during her little speech, but now it was her turn. It was her turn to take back the reigns that her sister had been fighting so hard to keep to herself all this time, ”Astoria, love. Why don’t you tell everyone about the fight you had with another girl in the common room?”[/b] Her eyes lit up as she gently got to her feet. She crossed to AJ and pulled the flask out her hands, placing it to her lips and taking a rather large swig. It burned like bloody hell going down, but Daphne knew that was what she had needed all along. Something to spur her along, ”You know...breaking all the mirrors? What’s a matter, love?”[/b] Daphne’s attention was fully on her sister at this point, ”Afraid of your own reflection.”[/b] She gently tapped her sister’s cheek and then walked back to the nearby couch where Theo had been perched eating his sandwich. She nestled herself into the crook in his arm and then pulled his hand over her chest with a wicked grin in AJ’s direction.

”Still having your nightmares?”[/b] She asked, ”About that stupid Mia and her piss drunk father? Still sympathizing with the muggles, aren’t you.”[/b] She breathed, her voice low and controlled. This probably wasn’t a conversation that she could justify right now, but she wasn’t sure what else to throw at her little sister. Unlike Daphne, there were no sexual exploits to be had in AJ’s case. None whatsoever. Perhaps she would bring up her virginity as the next topic of conversation.[/blockquote]