so tell me atlas. . .

“I promise to only use my cuteness for good.” Katherine replied, winking at the boy once more. Although, she knew it was a lie because she used to her charm to get out of trouble more times than not. “Older generations never want to have any fun.”

“Hm.” She looked at him for a moment before shrugging. “You can pass for a Marcus.” She nodded. “On three. One…” she started the count, taking the little toothpick that came with the jello shot and running it around the edge of the glass, getting it ready for consumption.

“Why Marcus? Who’s Marcus?” she asked. “Great, we’ll get a round then.” It seemed that she always didn’t need to wait too long for drinks at any Rory Smith party, and as soon as they came, she took a shot glass. “Ready whenever you are.”

“My friend, Gabriel and I made him up when we were joking about how my grandfather would murder me if I ever talked back to him the way Gabriel said to. We just said I’d go into hiding instead with a new name and so forth.” He shrugged and picked up the shot glass, “On the count of three?”

“I guess you’re just not as cute as me.” Katherine replied with a wink, and then flipping a chunk of her hair over her shoulder with a chuckle. “Yeah, I am kind of lucky because my parents understand that getting into a little bit of trouble is just part of growing up. As long as I don’t jeopardize my future I am alright as far as they are concerned.”

           Victoire chuckled and nodded out of agreement. “He’s really something and it’ll bite him in the arse one day. But today, I guess we can enjoy the fun while it lasts.” Her nose wrinkled playfully and she nodded. “She wanted to flip the script a bit and I was on board with full support. Plus besides blue of course, red is my color.”

“See, that I can understand. I can charm professors out of giving me detention with my personality in most cases.” Katherine replied, chuckling at the boy once more. “I tend to dabble in trouble every once in a while. I get it from my father.”

    “You and me both,” she chuckled softly, shaking her head at the thought. If only there were more hours in the day, she would surely try to work in a nap or two into her schedule. “That sounds perfect to me! It’s a date. I’ll be a little disappointed if you don’t find some cute pajamas for our little nap party.” She teased, scrunching her nose up in a playful manner.

          “I mean, I didn’t think this many people even like Rory.” She grinned over at Tobias and curtsied for good measure. “Thank you. You’ll make sure me and Rox grab a picture together? We kinda match. But, um, what are you?” She glanced away from him to take another look around before she turned her attention back to him. “Well, we are in the room of Requirement, if we think it, I’m pretty sure it’ll appear for us.”

Her lips curled upwards as she glanced over at him. “Thank you.” She knew, but compliments were always nice. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Ah, this looks interesting,” she said, pointing at an item on the menu. “Toxic shock jelly shots? Yay or nay?”

  She had decided to go dressed as Wednesday Addams and had thought she had done a pretty decent job until someone said something rude to her and now her spirits were down. She looked over at the person next to her, “Is the punch spiked? Tell me it is, please.”

          Halloween was Victoire’s favorite holiday. Anything that involved a great outfit was going to be something that she loved, end of story. The eldest Weasley girl stepped into the party and brushed the scarlet hood of her red riding hood costume from her head. She looked around with surprise and wonder, she couldn’t believe her eyes. “I’m not really sure how Rory managed all this,” she thought aloud. 

            “The wings probably won’t be my smartest idea,” Gemma commented as she adjusted the fairy wings on her back. “But Happy Halloween, eh?”

She went all out on her Catwoman costume that night, and she knew that she was killing it. Skintight suit, mask, ears—not to forget, her signature red lipstick went well with the whole outfit. One could say that she was absolutely in her element. As she waited for Montague to go and get changed at the costumes station, she made her way to the open bar, flipping open the drink menu. “And what fancy Halloween drinks did Rory come up with this year?” 

“See, that is exactly why I don’t get caught.” Katherine replied, smirking at the boy once more. “I can’t afford to get detention, because then I wouldn’t be able to play. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t like having fun.”

“Freedom!” She exclaimed, holding her hand up for a high five in delight. “I unfortunately can’t say the same. I still have two more to go.” Although in her opinion, they were very much worth it.

“With that mouth of yours?” Montague scoffed, shaking his head. “I would put money on you returning within the week.”

   Nick laughed as well, shaking his head at his friend, “We’ll see how long it lasts. I give you two weeks.”