#ww2.starter

  ⁰.    who  even   are   you?          is a question she’s heard all night.          from herself,     tipsy   &   suspiciously existential,    or coming from pricks who like to get in her face for being a new face in the crowd.          she’d spat the question back each time,     sour in her throat,     before stalking away into a new corner to simmer in privacy.          she’d been the new girl before,     &   she had daphne there just as much as she has her here now,     which helps a ton     . . .     but mum not so much.          but that’s totally not happening right now.          no,     thank you.          she is not thinking about that,     &   a drink should help that happen quicker than finding daphne in a childish panic would.

        just as she makes it to the drinks station,     someone’s leaving.          at the risk of being rude,     she lightly taps their shoulder   &   pulls a “sorry” face for when they turn.          “i’m  so  sorry,     could  you  please  clue  me  in  on  what’s  what  with  the  drinks?          i’m about to go in blind.”          she gives a small laugh to ease her own tension,     perhaps unsuccessfully. 

 ⁰.    hogwarts,     aka  her  hell  away  from  hell.          how she had longed to return   &   how she now longs to escape.          a cycle as familiar as it is vicious.          if a certain rag hag didn’t stir the school up,     she would have been gone the second they let a broomstick back in her hand.          (well,      no,     but  she  would  have  fantasized  about  it.)          but misery loves company,     so here she is,          miserably laughing at someone else.          it’s basically free therapy for someone as masochistic as her.

        “and  here  i  was  thinking  the  goblin’s  gazette  wouldn’t  have  anything  juicy  to  report  on  in  the  first  month.          rarely  am  i  wrong,     but  at  least  when  i  am,     it’s  worth  it.”

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anthony's eyes scan the faces around him as he looks around the party, trying to find someone to either converse with, or flirt with -— whichever situation happened to present itself. he'd lost track of time during a rather competitive game of exploding snap, and somehow during the game all of his companions had seemed to find themselves otherwise occupied, and while he's sure that they'd warned him of where they'd gone when they left, anthony had been far too engrossed in the game to take any note of it. trying to wrack his alcohol-muddled brain leads to no helpful leads, and he takes a sip from the half full glass in his hand as he scopes out his surroundings.

it's while he has his head turned and looking behind him that a form stumbles into him from the side, not giving him enough time to move out of the way before he's being knocked into the closest person on the other side of him, the person having knocked into him already stumbling off in their drunken stupor without so much as an apology. "arsehole," he murmurs with a roll of his eyes before he's turning back to the person he'd been forcibly pushed into, his eyes widening when he sees their spilled drink all over their front.

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cormac's already a few drinks in and feeling pleasantly tipsy, sitting near the bonfire and twirling his wand between two fingers as he stares into the flames, feeling the warmth on his face. he’s already had some interesting conversations, bragged about himself and his summer vacation to more than a few people, as well as performed some party tricks he's been practicing, with much success. he's in a lull between party companions, taking the moment of reprieve to appreciate the feeling of being back on campus, especially with all of the excitement so soon in the school year. it terrifies him a little bit  -— the thought of some nameless, faceless gossip monger revealing everyone's deepest secrets, but he distracts himself from this thought by taking another sip of his drink, instead deciding to focus on the gossip itself, since it doesn't actually have anything to do with him, mercifully.

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lisa is buzzing. not only because of the mixed drink she has in her hand -— a concoction she lovingly calls 'liquid luck' that involves firewhisky, cherries, ginger ale, apple cider, and a dash of maple syrup for sweetness. she's nursing her second drink of the night as the start of term welcoming bash around her raves, and the fire inside of her burns even brighter than the one crackling in front of her, the heat of it warming her from the outside as the alcohol rushing through her veins does the job from within.

she can feel the energy thrumming in the air around her as her fellow upperclassmen gossip and chatter about the most recent news -— the same news that has her aflutter as well. she notices a figure not far away from her near the fire, and she's buzzed enough to push forward and start a conversation, feeling the need to socialize (and gauge others' opinions on the newest hot topic).

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despite the fact that blaise had anticipated this year being an eventful one, he hadn't expected it to be this eventful this quickly. he had been looking forward to coming back to school almost immediately as soon as he left for the summer, and had felt an immense wave of relief the moment he stepped onto the hogwarts express, knowing he wouldn't have to deal with his mother outside of a few perfunctory letters for the next few months, at the least. however, while he certainly does think the juicy news everyone has been tittering about since the winking witch's appearance yesterday is interesting, the excitement had faded for him pretty quickly, and all he really wants at this point is for one single conversation about anything other than the latest gossip.

the halls were alight with the sound of not-so-silent whispers, just about every student  ( and teacher, for that matter )  going on about the morning’s mysterious letter appearing upon everyone’s parchment once classes had begun. there was.. apprehension in knowing there was some wix out there spilling secrets when zach had one that he so desperately wanted to keep under wraps, but there was only one other soul in the world who knew and there was no doubting he’d keep mum about it. the great hall was no quieter than the rest of the castle when he entered it, and while everyone could’ve simply been busy catching up, there were notably more gazes on him when he walked through the doors than had ever been before. they all seemed to be watching, waiting for something else to happen––too bad it was just zacharias, on his merry way to cause even more mayhem.