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“So -- I gotta go out there.” It was more a pep talk for himself. Beckham was ready to go to bed after a full meal, but a tinge of guilt tugged at his heart strings to find Alyssa’s cat. The first day at Maladh and he had already screwed something up. 

val took a break from the dance floor, thankful for the night air surrounding them, enough to cool her off but still warm enough to be comfortable as she took a seat on the upper deck, nearly sitting on someone in the process, “oh----my bad,” she said, not sounding particularly sorry at all as she squeezed in, “girl’s gotta hydrate, you know.”

miles searched for a drink, quickly finding an unmanned bar and opting to make his own. he’d just finished mixing it up when someone else approached, looking at him expectantly. “i’m not much of a bartender,” patently false, “but i’ll do my best. what’ll you have?”

Pippa found herself in an apathetic haze ( not one of her own design ) but the POP!! of a champagne cork whizzing close to another bystander finally sparked a reaction. “Did it hit you?? No?? Take a glass or take the portkey —- either way, it’s a party, not a funeral.”

     “ this school is ridiculously fancy. maybe i should have transferred here instead of aquaria. “ ripley looked around, feeling a bit out of place among all of the students. it was times like this when he cursed being short and unable to stand on his toes to see what was going on all around him. 

     oscar felt slightly uncomfortable with the amount of people that were here. his parents hadn’t wanted him to come, so naturally oscar decided to go. his mother was too high strung and his step father was just a pain. but oscar never did well in crowds. “ i don’t mean to sound like a creep or anything, but i could use some fresh air. do you want to join me? “ 

annette barely thought of eating, so distracted by everything going on around her. she’d been speaking to a few students from aquaria----oh, she couldn’t wait to go there----and they’d all been asking each other questions, and now it was her turn. “hmmm, okay. ice breaker: what’s your sign?” the table laughed, she along with it, “come on, it’s fun!”

the hits he’d taken before taking the portkey had been a little too strong, so he slid the sunglasses over his eyes despite the black night sky above them. he quickly took them off, looking down at them quizzically, “why do i have rhys’ sunglasses?” shrugging, he put them back on, “the sun never sets on a badass like me.” he said to the person next to him----not that they asked.