#depulsoevent002

When it came to attending parties, Nadiya was most usually the last one to arrive; or would decide not to attend at all. Yet she had been dragged her against her better judgement by both her Raven housemates and her cousin who had simply insisted on her at least spending a portion of her evening there; especially considering there was free flowing alcohol, and of good quality. Thus there she stood, in one of the darker corners with a glass of bourbon in her fingers and a small smirk upon her lips as she watched the various occupants of the party mingle, dance and seem to have a good time. Merlin, she would need more alcohol to bring herself to that level. And it was with that thought that she commented dryly, "I don’t think I’ll ever quite understand the incentive of these parties, apart from the alcohol.”

It was getting to the better part of the night when Walden found himself at a drinking circle in one of the corners of the room. The circle comprised of a mix of sixth and seventh years, passing around shots. He figured that he might as well let himself get roped in. Anyone who planned to be in the party should already be there by then and the only thing left to do for everyone inside is get hammered at break-neck speed.

It wasn’t long before people in the circle started tapping out or leaving to go to the lavatory without promising that they’ll return. Weaklings, Walden thought. He snatched an unattended shot from someone and shouted so that he could be heard over the music. “More for me then!”

This was by far, his greatest work. And with reason: next year might not offer the chance to throw the same shenanigans as he once did. This year had to be a blow out, bigger, the better. Ludo, moving through the throng of bodies cluttering the room, seeming to enjoy themselves. He couldn’t properly tell, he was far too many drinks in to make coherent judgement other than the obvious ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to another drink. Now, he moved through the crowd, adorned in a ‘kiss the host’ shirt, as he stopped for some faceless lass to peck him on his cheek, as he continued on. Continuing on, he moved to the open seated area, falling down onto the couch with a grin. “Well,” He handed the other drink to the person sitting next to him. “Having a good time?”

Dirk had his second bottle of beer in one hand and the other was in the pocket of his jeans as he danced. He had good rhythm and if he tried then he could move well but he preferred not to draw attention to himself so he did little more than bob up and down to the beat of the latest hit. The same could not be said for some of those around him. He let out a dry chuckle as one party-goer showed off some extravagant moves. “That was really something.”

There was a guarantee, it seemed, whenever there was a party involved to assume Marlene and alcohol would go hand in hand. It was how she got there, nearly three sheets to the wind, and how she remained now. Snogging about three people she definitely wouldn’t remember, she stumbled over to the table, the nearly empty bottle in hand. Colliding with something softer than a wall, as Marlene rose to her feet slowly, trying to catch herself. “Sorry ‘bout that--” She patted the person on the stomach, before holding up the bottle. “Bit of a mess tonight, aye? Having fun? Wanna have more fun?” She whispered, words slurring as she spoke, wiggling the bottle above her head.

A lull between conversations, Charity made her way through the crowd onto the next person, emboldened with liquid courage, but definitely not enough to make an arse of herself. Shenanigans were underway, couples snogging openly in the corners, some opting to openly display their affections, groups tittering away among themselves, pranksters coming up with clever ideas for those who were starting to droop off. It was contagious, and Charity found herself too to be in a great mood. 

And clearly not paying attention to where she was going as she almost collided with a stationary force. “Oh--sorry,” Glancing up, she recognized Sirius immediately. “Is this the part where I reach out and stop you on the way to your destination?” A joke relating to their last encounter. 

“You!” Alice said, pointing to the nearest person to her. “Come and dance. You can drink and dance at the same time.” Alright, so maybe she had a little too much to drink. And maybe she smoked a little too much weed before she attended the party in preparation. All that mattered to the Gryffindor was she was feeling really good and was having a good time. It was the first party she attended since her last year at Hogwarts and she completely intended to make the most of it. The music was a good combination of both music purebloods would know and muggleborns. She herself tended to lean towards muggle music--- just because she grew up on it due to her grandfather’s preference. “Many others are, so you won’t look like a complete idiot,” the Gryffindor said, taunting the other person with a smile.