#colligostarter

“It’s sort of insane they can build so high without magic, isn’t it?” Beckham glanced at the towering waterslides above them; he had finally wandered onto the muggle parts of the hotel and was sort of scared to admit he was lost. The only reason why he knew he was talking to a fellow student was because of the runic bracelet. 

“There are three rules for attending parties where you don’t know anyone. One, never drink that much. But act as sloppy as you want because who gives a fuck. Two, don’t approach anyone, let them come to you. Three, never use your real name. That being said, my name is Edgar Crouch, nice to meet you.”

"I have informed you multiple times already that I have no interest in going.” His hands were jammed into his pockets, determined to keep eye contact with the insistent female despite his desire to vacate the premises. The girl was hovering over the portkey near the dock and kept on prattling on about international cooperation and the need for all of them to socialize together. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Brent turned to make his leave, only for the female to grab and tuck at his arm with a Wait, I promise it’ll be fun. Momentarily freezing at the physical contact, Brent felt the beginnings of a migraine that he was near certain would last for the upcoming months throbbing in his head. 

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? “