virginia crabbe

“a six pack isn’t a beauty standard.” he almost barked back, as if he were somewhat hurt by the comment. “it’s muscle definition from hard work.” well, somewhat hard work. if there was one thing eric cared about, it was himself and his body, spending most of his time on it so that he was always the best dressed, best looking and best presented in the room. “besides, a six pack is always desirable.”

she wasn’t blind, she knew eric was an attractive man and he put in the effort to maintain his physique. but nia is an argumentative and stubborn little bitch and she had stated her position and was going to stick to it. “i’m sorry but i disagree. for hundreds of years and in various cultures fat was attractive because it equated to wealth and not having the need to perform physical labor.  if that was the beauty standard of the time merlin wouldn’t have put in the work to have that body if it was undesirable.” she said glancing over him unable to keep back her little smirk. “just because it’s desirable now doesn’t mean it was then.”

she hated crowds, she really never saw the appeal of a big party. all the noise and people made her dizzy; how was anyone supposed to think in a room like this? though how important was it for her to be thinking right now when she had already been drinking to get threw the night. she had found a comfortable couch she saw on her legs stretched out lazily across the comfortable couch. she was out of the way and praying the boy in her year who had been asking her to tutor him all month wasn’t going to find her in her one moment of solace. when she heard someone walking towards her couch she huffed slightly not looking to see who it was at first taking a sip of her drink. “this seat is taken-” she started before glancing over to see who it was and looked at the other person apologetically a slight blush rising to her cheeks. “sorry i was expecting it to be someone else. you’re company i don’t mind tonight if you want to join me.”

“Great.” Peter flopped himself into the space next to her, spacial awareness seemingly out the window. Somewhere between getting here and just five minutes ago, he had lost the two friends he was sure would be around for the night. If he were to continue looking he might see Prongs and Pads attached at the hip to their respective girls. Both brunettes, he noted. It was fine honestly, if he didn’t get how he could always just ask Moony when they got back to school. “Were you expecting a friend you were upset with?” He asked genuinely, perhaps slowly from already having one drink forced down his throat upon arrival. “Thanks, because I think I can be okay company, right? I can be fun…or just sit. Just sitting is…good.”  

nia always valued her personal space more than average, there were only a select few people she didn’t mind in her space. and though she loved two of the marauders very much, peter was not one of them. she didn’t mind his company though and at least if she was sitting with him no one she truly dislikes could come sit with her. she smiled softly at his question and rambling, he was at the very least sweet. “not a friend, no.” she explained before sighing as she took a sip of her wine. “a boy in my year wants me to tutor him and he’s been very persistent. i just... i don’t have the time.” also she just generally didn’t like him but that seemed a little cruel to say was the reason.

“the wrong way!” tia was mildly alarmed, but soon she was back on track connected to nia tightly. watching as the moved through the large, what one could only call mansion. “you’ve been here before?” it was a genuinely curious question, finally being concealed in the bathroom. she let out a long breath and her shoulders slumped. hiding her face against the girl’s shoulder. “i tripped. flat on my face.” there was large amounts of regret in her voice, eyes dazed over. she had the prowess for being clumsy in general, but drinking seemed to worsen it all. “I got some hufflepuff’s red wine all over me.” luckily, what she was wearing was black. so, the staining wasn’t the problem. she didn’t want to be seen in such..distress. “could you use a hot hair charm on it? i was going to try and do it myself, but it’s awkward and I don’t think my arm can bend behind my back that far.” was this problem actually of any importance? no, had she acted like it was? absolutely. she stuck her butt out at nia, giving her pleading puppy dog eyes. 

“not often compared to some others but purebloods tend to party together.” she muttered awkwardly as her eyes scanned over the other girl assessing her for any real damage. her first thought had been someone had actually hurt her (and if that had been the case nia would have left that bathroom and handled it herself) but when tia explained it was just the win she sighed. “you scared me half to death over some spilled wine?” she could have just said something instead of scaring nia half to death. “i don’t get how you possibly managed to do this, im assuming your own alcohol played a role in it.” she said as she pulled her wand out and quickly waved it doing the spell with ease. she couldn’t help but grin seeing how successful the charm was, doing magic around tia was always fun since she never had to hold her skill back.