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We Solemnly Swear... | HP Next Gen |

After the war, after Voldemort, everyone thought the world would be just fine. But the thing is, just because the world is okay, doesn't mean the people in it are. And as far as people go, teenagers have always had their own brand of poison...

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For awhile, despite it's reputation, the Shrieking Shack was silent.

And then James Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, and Teddy Lupin happened.

A few well placed charms here and there, a handful of spells, and while the shack still looked very - shackish, on the outside - inside, it became something else entirely. A haven for anyone looking for extracurricular activities a little more on the substance side.

The boys' managed to make something special - a hideaway for the wildest parties Hogwarts has ever seen, any escaping noise cleverly overlooked by old ghost stories.

In the Shack, Houses disappear and popularity isn't based on Quidditch but whoever brought the best party favors. The only rules are to not get hurt, and not get caught.

Oh, and above all else:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

Gryffindor || 7th Year || Shudder Fox

Hufflepuff || 6th year || NotWhatYouThink

Slytherin || 6th Year | josten_fox10

Slytherin || 6th Year | josten_fox10

Hufflepuff || 7th Year || Ivisbo

Hufflepuff || 7th Year || LindaRose

Gryffindor || 7th Year || iCat

Hufflepuff || 7th Year || emotionless

Slytherin || 7th Year || LindaRose

Slytherin || 7th Year || CharlotteV

Slytherin || 7th Year || Bartholomew Finch

Gryffindor || 6th Year || Ivisbo

Hufflepuff || 7th Year || CharlotteV

Gryffindor || 6th Year || josten_fox10

Ravenclaw || 6th Year || iCat

Hufflepuff || 6th Year || Bartholomew Finch

Ravenclaw || 7th year || NotWhatYouThink

Ravenclaw || 7th Year || emotionless


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Character Portrait: Kingsley Shacklebolt II Begging for trouble and sure to find it.
Character Portrait: Louis Weasley "Haha, how about no?"
Character Portrait: Scorpius Malfoy "The best way to live is like you're trying to die."
Character Portrait: Teddy Lupin
Teddy Lupin played by Ivisbo
Character Portrait: Lysander Scamander "To die will be an awfully big adventure."
Character Portrait: Juniper Chang "I read the rules before I break them."
Character Portrait: Rose Weasley Remember Roses have thorns.
Character Portrait: Neo Dursley Uncle Harry says I shouldn't...but we never listen to uncle Harry.
Character Portrait: Hollie Wood "Sorry mate, I was thinking about Quidditch."
Character Portrait: Sirius Orion Black Careful, I bite.
Character Portrait: Accalia Greengrass We shine brighter when we fall.
Character Portrait: Piper Leilani Longbottom "Please dont call me Longbottom"
Character Portrait: Harper Flitwick
Harper Flitwick played by iCat
"Dreaming dreams no mortal dared dream before."
Character Portrait: Aurora E. Pomfrey-Prince "it's about being a bad-ass, but with a big smile."
Character Portrait: Albus Severus Potter I open at the close.

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"Oh you really are a hot one. Come here and make out with me."

Hollie wouldn't exactly consider himself shy or a prude by any means, but he definitely wasn't the kind of person that random guys offered to make out with. It was so unexpected that he did a mental check to make sure he wasn't actually high. He'd only had a couple of drinks and there was Moondew in the air and the taste of something earthy on his tongue, but he didn't think he was fucked up enough to imagine that.

He wasn't sure how long he stared at Dursley, blonde curls changing colors with the lighting in the room, smirk hidden behind a thin layer of smoke. Hollie had never really looked at him this closely. He thought there might be freckles across his cheeks. And his mouth was kind of ...

Greyback. Hollie had almost forgotten he was there, caught up in his surprise like he'd been. But the bigger boy was wrapped around Dursley like a puppy seeking warmth and cuddles. He was definitely high. So was Dursley. It seemed kind of nice.

It also seemed intimate. Which made him think back to that way Dursley had almost kissed Greyback. All smoke and up close. And that made him think of how Dursley had kissed him. All tongue and a hint of smoke. Leaving that earthy taste in his mouth. It hadn't exactly been bad. He didn't hate it.

His nerves said he hadn't had quite enough substance yet. "Looks like you've got your hands full in that department," Hollie said, with a nod towards Greyback. He knew he should go find Murphy. His friend would have never purposefully left him in the hands of an overly friendly Prefect. He needed saving.

But for some reason, he didn't move.


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By the time they made it back inside, the party had doubled in size. That was partially at the fault of anyone who shared the last name Weasley, as they took up half the population in any given area, but it was also the most crowded he had ever seen the Shack. They’d told Rose they wanted to go all out for the first party of their last year. Apparently she had taken it by heart.

Even for Scorpius, the reminder that it was their last year was a heavy one that wouldn’t stop settling against his chest. He didn’t particularly think he would miss Hogwarts itself - school was school, a means to an end, a requirement he didn’t particularly have a choice in. But the proximity to his friends, the excuse to party the way they did, the lack of any real responsibility - all of that was worth missing.

He followed Louis through the crowd with the help of a few harshly placed elbows and well aimed glares. He wasn’t sure if it was his last name or the knowledge that he was a co-owner of the parties that kept anyone from biting back at him. Honestly, he didn’t care. At least, that was, until he caught sight of Oris pressed up tightly against her pet sociopath. Drugs of their own making, Black and Langston. It bothered him enough that the hint of a frown tugged at Scorpius’ mouth, but he let it go. He wasn’t his cousins keeper.

The familiar feeling of Louis’ fingers digging into his hips pulled Scorpius’ attention back to him, to the bar that they had arrived at, only to realize Teddy wasn’t manning his usual bag of goodies. Scorpius arched an eyebrow and Louis gave him a look in return, so he leaned over the bar and - ah. James’ fingers were twisted into crimson red hair, his knees pressed to the floor, two hungry mouths moving together. In a very shameless display of want, Lysander Scamander was watching, in a much different way than Scorpius himself was.

Scorpius snorted, it was a reaction he couldn't hold back. Lys could daydream all he wanted, but James and Teds would eat the poor boy alive if he ever managed to get in between them. Relations aside though, Scorpius supposed he couldn’t blame the boy. James and Teds were fit, and they always made out like they were putting on a private show. Wet dreams attempting to damn the chastest of them all.

Scorpius rubbed at the top of Lys’ head in a gesture that should have been friendly, possibly even brotherly, but he had never been very good at that stuff so it was a touch too rough and a bit too teasing to really be endearing. “Go on, Lys. Take a bite. It’d be a lovely way to die.”

He left the boy there in favor of Teddy’s bag, passing by the euphoric substances Teddy seemed to prefer, instead going for the much less consumed Fae Edibles. He’d tip Teddy handsomely later for making sure he had a supply of Scorpius’ favorite, and stayed there only long enough to cut the toffee shaped drugs into smaller pieces. When he finally got to Louis, he pushes him against a back wall with soft hands and demanding hips. There was sweetness on the tip of his tongue and when he bites his way into Louis’ mouth, he’s rewarded with a sharp inhale and fingers digging into his back.

Louis' hands attempt to tear at the fabric but wind up gripping tightly instead. Twisting in an attempt to hang on the the last of his mind as the euphoria sets in.

He is lost in Scorpius, intoxicated by him even more so than by the drugs.

The world twisted into numbness, erasing sensations outside of the wetness of Louis’ mouth against his, the hands that pulled him closer, the greedy licks to his bottom lip asking for more. Scorpius gave and gave until he had to pull away to breathe, and then it was back. The party came into focus in the way he could see the notes from the music dancing in the air, in the vibrant redness of Louis’ hair, the green eyes that were weighing him down, the smirk that Louis wore.

"That good?" He whispers in amusement. "We could teach them a thing or two you know." Teddy and James could publicly dry-hump all they wanted but they couldn't top the lightning that struck everytime Louis and Scorp touched.

“Shut up,” Scorpius muttered, feeling the music pump through him like a second pulse, the drugs like sixth sense, the desire to be closer like a fucking human need. He drags Louis this time, into the crowd of dancing bodies, tilts his head to run his tongue across the length of Louis’ neck, chasing the taste of moondew soaked skin and biting down on muscle hard enough to leave a mark.

Louis couldn't help the groan, the way his body slackened at the pressure of teeth on flesh. The flash of warmth brought to the surface of his cheeks that he would fervidly deny as him blushing bright red against pale skin. He reached a hand up to tangle in blonde strands of hair, begging for more. Wanting to wear Scorpius' markings on his skin for all to see.

His arms went around Louis’ waist, one up under his jeans and downward, seeking skin. It was almost too intimate for public - almost, if everyone weren’t fucking smashed - and maybe a bit of a promise of things to come later.

They were dancing to the beat of their own tune, the tempo of whatever song playing in the background nothing in comparison to the pulse within. Louis could feel it tear through him, beating in time with the shaky exhales from his open mouth.

This was it, everything he craves in a singular all encompassing feeling. He wanted more, wanted to sink to the floor, take Scorpius down with him. Let those impulses wash over them, those urges inside like a riptide keeping them below the water's surface. Drowning on the feeling of hands, and skin, and tongues.

Louis aches to be somewhere else then, somewhere that didn't include the dozen other faces in the crowd. But he could block them out, they didn't matter anyways, let them watch! Those other students with all their other problems were wrapped up in themselves just as much as they were in each other. Honestly, he lives for this. For Scorpius and all of his wicked offerings - everyone else be damned.


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Alexander Langston and Orion Black
"Drugs of their own making, Black and Langston." - Scorpios Hyperion Malfoy

How quickly the night had transformed, Alexander thought to himself. Euphoria was washing over him from head to toe, suffocating the darkness within. It felt like a lifetime ago since Orion had plucked him from his spot in front of the fire, reading a book. He looked at her now, she was glowing. They were in the thick of the dance floor, bodies pushing them together. The closer they were, the more mesmerized he became. Without a second thought he wrapped a protective arm around her waist, lowering down to speak in her ear. “Are you having a good time?”

Orion’s body tingled with glee; the sensation of being so close to the boy she had liked for so many years boosting the euphoria running through her veins. His breath caressed her skin, a ghostly touch of his voice. She grinned up at him, resisting, and failing the urge to kiss him. Orion’s hands slid behind his neck, pulling her up against him as she kissed the sharp line of his jaw. “Yes. Thank you for being here with me.”

Her lips were electrifying and unexpected, her scent surrounded him. He wished he could be this guy all of the time. So often he felt like he was saying or doing the wrong thing, hurting Orion in the process. She felt so small in his arms, as if he might break her. Lights were glittering in her eyes, Alexander couldn’t look away. He almost went to caress her cheek, just falling short worried it was too bold. His confidence was ebbing. Still he couldn’t help himself from saying, “You’re beautiful tonight.”

Orion leaned into his hand, meeting him halfway. She pressed herself into his touch, closing her eyes. After a moment, she kissed his lips softly. “You’re always beautiful, Alexander Langston. Always.”

For once he felt like he wasn’t letting her down. He wasn’t sure how he ended up the object of her affection, he certainly didn’t think himself deserving. There was always a piece of Alexander holding himself back from her, but for once he was able to let himself go. He traced his fingers from the curve of her eyes to the peak of her chin, staring longingly. His smile was ear to ear, unable to look away. Gently he tilted her head back, leaning in. His kiss was slow and tender, his arm around her pulling her deeper. Her presence enveloped him, triggering true euphoria, spiking his high. She felt like absolute ecstasy.

Alexander was kissing her. For the very first time, he had been the one to initiate such an intimate act. Orion always felt a pang if guilt at the stolen kisses, always wondered and longed for him to want her. Now, the floor disappeared from beneath her. It was as if all the strength in her body left her all at once. If Alexander let go, she would fall. No. She would continue falling—and falling and falling and falling.

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Piper Longbottom

Piper let out a short laugh at his response. She watched his movements with interest, he had a sense of confidence that she found attractive, though she would never admit that out loud. She felt the warmth of the liquid courage washing through her.

“Guard dog huh?” Piper gave him a deliberate once over, he could be so much more.

“Self appointed or…?” She asked. She found herself interested in him, though she couldn’t be sure if it was the drinks, or the knight in shining armor thing he had going on, or maybe she was just lonely in a room full of people and he made her feel seen. Whatever it was, it had her attention, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Being who she was, caution was her constant companion…and yet wasn’t that why she came to this thing? To get away from caution? The thought made her full unpainted lips curve into a smile.

Albus raised a sharp eyebrow at Longbottom. He could tell that the speed in which she knocked back drinks were making her slide away from caution’s motherly embrace. He couldn’t quite decide if he was proud of her for it or if he thought her foolish. He could also tell that she was doing her utter best to flirt with him and that she was completely

“Would it matter?”

He pressed his thumb against her bottom lip, swiping away the leftover liquor. He licked his finger clean, humming at the taste. Not his favorite, but still a good choice.

Completely unprepared, Piper’s breath caught in her throat. She felt her heartbeat as though it was a bird beating against her ribcage. Her rational mind told her he had caught on to her, but the rest of her was lost in the moment between his thumb and her lip. This was a new experience for Piper, she felt her body tingle and she flushed.

“I see, too cool to make small talk. Right to the good stuff…” She breathed out shakily as she grinned at him.

“I suppose, maybe you interest me…so yes, it matters….indulge a girl” She said with a cheeky wink still grinning up at him.

Oh she wanted to play with fire. She wanted to get close and get third degree burns. In any other situation, Albus would have smiled, shaken his head, and declined her tactless offer. But they were in the Shack in the middle of the biggest party of the year. If she wanted to play, Albus would play.

But he would do it by his own rules. This was his turf.

Smirking, he leaned into Piper, taking her chin between his fingers. “Do you know why pythons are so deadly, Longbottom? They are not poisonous. They’re deadly because they wrap their long, thick, heavy bodies around their prey.”

His eyes raked her figure, his arm sliding slow and hard around her waist, jerking her to him. “The killing is quick. But it takes an hour for them to swallow their food whole. Now, isn’t that interesting?”

Oh dear. Just WHAT had she gotten herself into? He looked at her like she was his prey. His arm was around her, and she was pressing, very intimately, against him. The warmth of his body seeped through her clothes making her all the more aware of him. Every soft curve met every hard edge and she felt heat rush through her. Not embarrassment this time. Something she found hard to identify…Need? It felt wrong to admit that to herself but, her body yearned to be held tighter to his. Her hand instinctively pressed against his chest, not to push him away, but to steady her own quaking.

“Is that so?” She said, trying her damndest to keep her cool. She rose up on her toes and leaned into him.

“Well, honey badger don't care.” She whispered, before she nipped his earlobe and dropped back down with a laugh. She knew she was dancing with the devil now, but she couldn’t help it, there was something about poking the snake (so to speak) that excited her.


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Albus could not help it, he had to laugh. It wasn’t a mean laugh, though. He placed his forehead against her shoulder, dipping his head to keep her from seeing the wide smile on his face.

Piper Longbottom had always been as incredibly amusing as she was pretty. The embodiment of a true Hufflepuff and her father’s daughter, Piper had made her way through the ranks at Hogwarts with a bounce in her step and a sass to her voice.

Albus had never thought much about Piper. She had always been a pretty girl in the background of his life; a family friend that he had grown up with and seen at holidays. Orion had eclipsed her, Albus realized. Had kept this diamond in the rough from catching his eye.

His grin widening, Albus’ tongue slid across the exposed skin of her neck.

Piper felt a sense of triumph as Albus’s head pressed against her shoulder. She was ready to make a cheeky remark but all thought flew from her brain as she felt his tongue slide across her neck. She made a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a squeak before she felt her knees get weak. The sensation sent a thousand volts of lightning through her, and she melted into Albus. Her hand slid up his chest slowly, hesitant, and yet curious. She paused momentarily as she felt his heart beat under her palm, steady and strong, like him. She slid her delicate fingers up and through his hair, admiring the feel for a moment before she gave a lock a playful tug.

“You’re not playing fair….I like it.” She laughed breathily as she pressed closer to him.

Albus did not know where the sudden desire came from. Perhaps it was the way Piper seemed to be changing right before him. He worked at the flesh of her neck, his hand sliding onto her lower back.

Once, when they were children, Piper had arrived at the Potters’ house holding a big pot with a budding sunflower for his mum. She’d smelled of wet earth, sunlight, and wildflowers. She smelled like that now too, albeit slightly more refined and grown up.

Albus liked that. He liked that she did not smell like perfume, that she kept her natural scent. A slow growl escaped him as he bit down, sucking, licking. Holding her up.

Piper felt his teeth sink into her neck and she moaned low in her throat. What a goddamn delight! Her mind went fuzzy for a second and she was sincerely happy he was holding her up, because she was fairly certain she was no longer capable of standing. Her hands traced the lines of his back as she took a second indulge in the sensations. She felt giddy and …other unexplainable things.

With a surge of courage, she brought her hands to his jaw line, gently drawing his face up. She grinned up at him before she pressing her lips gently to his. She was hesitant and uncertain, but unafraid.

He did not think that Piper had it in her to kiss him. Her lips were soft; they tasted of apple honey lip balm. He licked the artificial flavor off until he could taste her. He liked her flavor. He liked it a lot more than he’d ever liked anything before.

Blood rushing, skin hot, Albus drew away from Piper. If she kept kissing him like that, he might do something she would later regret.

“This might be a bad idea for you, Longbottom.”

He didn’t say that it was a bad idea for him because he did not believe that. Piper seemed like a very, very good idea. A very good, delicious idea.

Albus stepped back, keeping his arms around her tender body. He couldn’t help himself as he looked her over, devouring her with those bright, emerald green eyes.

Piper fell victim to the kiss, she wanted to fall into it, make the feeling last forever. His mouth was hot, demanding, and she was more than willing to give. When he drew away from her, she pouted. His arms where still around her, and yet she missed the heat of his body.

“And why is that, Potter?” She asked in a teasing tone. She met his gaze and felt heat spread though her in waves. She wanted to pull him close again, to kiss him and feel him against her but she sensed his hesitation.

“Scared, Potter?” She said with a grin in her best Malfoy impersonation, trying to lighten the mood. Wouldn’t want to be seen with a Hufflepuff?” She liked Albus, she liked him more than she wanted to admit. It scared her how badly she yearned for him so suddenly…and yet she felt relaxed and safe with him. He made her feel like a different Piper, someone she had always wanted to be.

Albus could not help it, he laughed. He laughed and pulled her into a tight embrace. He threaded his fingers through her hair, debating whether he should continue or not. With a sigh, he took her by the hand and lead her through a door that nobody seemed to be paying attention to.

Years ago, Albus had made sure that there were rooms available for those that could not make it back to the castle--among other things. He had never used those rooms before. Orion had always kissed him in public and he had never liked that much despite how good it had felt.

Now, he opened the door to the room that had been his long before the parties had started. It was the room in which his father had discovered that he had Sirius. There was broken furniture all around, save for a couch that he had refurbished by hand.

Albus tugged Piper along. He sat on the soft cushions and pulled her onto his lap, hands hard and needy on her hips, mouth hungry for her kiss.

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Even if Harper wasn’t half as drunk as she wanted to be, she’d somehow managed to miss Rose’s presence there. She raised an eyebrow as Rose slapped Juniper’s butt, but Juniper’s reply made Harper grin. “Oh, now we’re talking!” She declared with a grin, handing Juni the bottle of Firewhiskey that was in her hand and pulling out a bottle of Bungbarrel out of her pocket. It grew back to normal size with just a wave of Harper’s wand, and she opened it with ease. She clinked it against Juniper’s bottle. “Cheers!” She declared, before knocking back a mouthful. Juniper gladly accepted the bottle with an added kiss to Harper’s cheek. “Cheers!” she smiled, knocking back a mouthful herself with some additional sips.

The heavy taste of cinnamon burned at the back of her throat but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it's just what Juniper was looking for. The warm feeling that began to spread throughout her body started at her toes and up to the very pit of her stomach. A sensation she very much enjoyed. “Switch?” she asked, pulling Harper closer. “Or share?”

The mead was sweet and strong enough to give Harper a slight buzz, feeling as if she was just a little bit lighter. God, she’d missed this feeling. She just grinned at Juniper’s question, taking a moment to decide as the other girl pulled her closer. “Switch,” she decided, oddly craving the burn of Firewhiskey. Playfully, she grabbed the bottle from Juniper’s hand and took a swig, relishing the burn. “Did you miss me, Juni?” She asked teasingly as she held out the bottle of mead to her. “Or did you just miss my booze?” She added with a grin and a wink.

Juni grinned watching her drink, a small glint in her eyes. There was something about Harper's smile and little grins that still did something to Juniper. “Maybe.” she practically purred, wrapping her fingers around the bottle of mead. She took a heavy gulp, finding the sweet alcohol way more to her liking than the Firewhiskey at them moment. “I don’t know, your booze has treated me quite nicely.” she smirked, starting to sway to the beat and knocking back another gulp of the sweet Bungbarrel. “Are you just going to stand around or dance with me?” she teased, beckoning Harper closer with her finger as she moved deeper into the dance floor.

The heat of the whiskey was indistinguishable from the burn of the alcohol, the warmth of the dance floor. And Harper loved it, taking another mouthful out of the bottle without hesitation. She didn’t even fully realize she was doing it, but she mimicked Juni’s swaying, the pounding beat of the music starting to feel like her own heartbeat. As Juni beckoned her out deeper into the crowd, Harper followed without a second thought, putting her hands on Juni’s waist as she started to dance, not really caring about… anything right then and there.

Rose found herself at the Bar, ordering triples of Dragon Barrel Brandy. She downed the first two, and turned to face the crowd again as she sipped the third. Her eyes tracked the movement of Juni and Harper instinctually.

Every time she saw Harper’s hand graze Juni she felt a searing irritation. She wanted to hate her… She realized immediately that those feelings were her own problem. It was her envy. All Harper did was stand there looking athletic with a smile that could light up the world. Damn, she hated the prospect of losing, but she couldn’t win if she didn’t play the game. She laughed lightly to herself and tossed the rest of her drink back. She felt the drink and smoke starting to affect her, and she was grateful. It was like liquid courage being injected right into her blood stream – It was just enough to make her tingle and start to move her body, her sensuality bursting through her. She started into the jungle that was pulsing bodies. She spotted Juni through the crowd and grinned devilishly. If she was going to play, she was going to win.

She approached the pair and slid her hands around Juni’s waist, effectively making a Juni sandwich as they moved to the rhythm.

“Didn’t want to wait for me huh?” She called to Juni over the music with a pout before she took the bottle in her hand with a grin. She took a swig of the bottle before making it dissipate. The music changed tempo and Rose grinned.

The feeling of having one body against her made Juniper close her eyes and lean back into Harper. Now that there was suddenly another she opened her eyes to meet with blue ones. Intense and deep… focused. Just looking into them for a few seconds made Juni dizzy but she liked it? “I..I did-” she tried to stammer out softly, underneath the noise around them and thumping bass.

“Oh well, I’ll just have to cut in.” Rose said with a grin as she took Juni’s hand and twirled her out, then back in, directly into her arms. She dipped the dark haired girl, years of dance class ensured it was an elegant movement. She winked at Juni as she brought her back up and swayed with her for a moment.

“But then, it wouldn’t be fair to leave dear Harper out…” She teased with a grin as she extended her hand to Harper.

Okay yeah, Juniper really liked it. That air of confidence that surrounded Rose was stirring up something in her emotions. She couldn’t put her finger on it in the moment but it made her feel bolder herself and incredibly happy. Like if she looked directly at the redhead Juni probably couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

The appearance of Rose took Harper aback for a moment. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, there was a spark of annoyance at the interruption, at someone stealing Juni away from her. But the burn of the Firewhiskey distracted her, mellowed her. But even still, she raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never been the best at sharing, Rose. You might need to convince me why I should,” she said, taking a step closer. In her head, spells and charms were running through her head, just in case. Just in case Rose overstepped a mark.

Rose was slightly taken aback by Harper’s words. Convince her huh? She watched Harper’s face for a moment, recognizing her attempt to be ready for a fight. It almost made Rose laugh out loud. One of the many precautions she had taken before the party was to ward the shack against aggression based spells and charms. If Harper wanted to step to her, she would have to do it the old fashioned way.

The beat changed again, and Rose made a mental note to slow down the rotation for the next party. Music poured into the room, sounding like the most beautiful noise she’d ever heard. He closed her eyes and fell into the music, momentarily shutting out the world around her and she just... Let go. Of everything. She allowed the darkness she felt swallow her whole for a little while. The music felt like it was flowing through her veins. When she opened her glacier blue eyes, they focused solely on Harper.

“Oh baby girl…” Rose said, amusement seeping into her voice as she felt her inner Alpha flex her well-kept claws. She shook her head with a small laugh.

“A few things boo, I can see on your face you think the offer was to share Juni, but I can’t make that offer, you know, since it’s her body and all.” Rose said as she flipped her bouncy vibrant red curls over her shoulder and nodded to Juni out of respect before she focused on Harper again.

Seduction was what Rose did best, moving into Harper's personal space with just the right look of heat in her eyes. She didn't just look at her prey, she looked into her, as if she knew her desires. She ran a delicate finger down the length of Harper’s arm. Rose was poised, just the right blend of being relaxed and yet full of sexual tension.

With a quick movement, she had Harper in her arms, she spun her delicately out and then back in, so she was pressed tightly against Rose’s body, curves against curves.

“I don’t ‘prove’ myself to anyone, you either know my worth or you don’t boo.” She breathed into the other girls ear as she dipped her, much like she had Juni, though she held Harper a minute longer.

“but next time you think about me, remember, redheads do it better.” Rose said her voice taking on a hard edge and her eyes darkening like an arctic blast. She brought Harper back to her feet and stepped away. She tapped a well-manicured finger on her bottom lip as if thinking.

“But if you don’t want to play Harper, Honey…That’s a damn shame, and a waste of a perfectly good opportunity” Rose said with a fake pout on her full lips.

Harper had known from the moment Rose had flipped her hair what her tactic was going to be. That spark of annoyance flared in Harper’s stomach again, but before she could say or do anything, Rose had Harper in her arms. Harper wasn’t into Rose like that. She was too uptight, too rigid. In fact, Harper relished in ruining Rose’s day from time to time. But the way she looked at Harper, as if she was searching her, figuring her out… well that nearly made Harper change her damn drunk mind.

And then Rose’s tone changed and she was put back on her feet and brought back to her senses. She took one look at Juni and deciding it wasn’t worth it. But it didn’t mean she couldn’t play. She took a step closer to Rose, so their bodies were touching again. She could stare directly into Rose’s eyes, and she held that gaze for a few seconds, before running a finger along Rose’s jaw, landing on her chin, as if to tilt her head. Then Harper grinned.

“Oh, honey,” she mocked. “Did you plan all that out in that little diary of yours? I’d hate to… ruin your plans. But darling... you’re just not worth it.” On that note, she blew a kiss, winked at Juni, and strode away, taking a mouthful of Firewhiskey as she did.

Watching things unfold from front row Juniper stood a step back. The tension she felt now, she didn’t want a fight to maybe break out at the party. Especially on its first day. Or was that a good thing? A party to remember, right? There was a student walking by with three shots. Of what Juniper didn’t know. She just reached out and plucked the one he held in his left hand then shot it back.

The unexpected harsh burn at the back of her throat caught her off guard. It was white rat whiskey with a little something else. Juniper gave out two small coughs and the guy stared at her wide-eyed. “You just drank my pixie-rate bomb!” he shouted over the music. The boy honestly sounded and looked more surprised with a tinge of awe than angry like she thought he’d be. “It was mine but it looks like you're gonna have a better night.” he laughed, pushing his way through the crowd to where he was originally going.

Suddenly colors were much more vibrant, a beautiful kaleidoscope of different hues and dancing bodies in her vicinity. The music shook her body to the core and it was amazing. Pixie dust was one hell of a drug Juniper rarely messed with. She was more of a weed person but the shimmering dust was something else. By the time Juniper broke out of her high wonder Harper was on Rose.

Mine. It was a feeling that came out of nowhere but she didn’t question it.

Taking a step forward and with the bass in her ears, she was going to reach out to Harper but stepped back instead. At the moment she thought it. Harper ended up turning to leave, the wink and kiss still making Juniper smile a little, enough. She blinked twice her eyes focusing the firey red in front of her.

Rose laughed, a deep belly rolling laugh, the hilarity of the situation getting the best of her.

“Oh dear, Juni your Ex is just delightfully adorable,” Rose said, meaning it as a compliment. She truly admired the other girls gumption, however, she was aware the Harper was no real threat to her.

That laugh, with the background pulsing to her and the colors, really getting to her, especially Roses, that laugh made her feel ...happy and bold. “Mmm, yes she is.” Juniper agreed. Harper is both adorable and delightful when she wants to be, but right now her full focus was on the Weasley in front of her. Juniper came in close, loving the little height difference between the two. She placed her hands on Roses sides before sliding them down to her waist, pulling her in. “So about that dance?”

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Juni had shot something then approached Rose with a mischievous aura. Juni placed her hand on Rose's hips and Rose grinned down at the shorter girl before signing and shaking her head no. It would be best if they didn't dance. It didn't take a genius to see Juni was inebriated, and though it pained her to admit, she was a true gentlewoman.

"Maybe a walk instead?" She suggested gently as she took the other girls hand.

Juniper relished in the contact while it lasted. She smells nice, Juniper thought to herself nodding along in response to Roses question. A walk did seem nice. The air would do her good. Especially since her stomach was starting to feel a bit ill. Maybe the weird mix of everything she drank tonight was finally hitting her.

Instinctively she intertwined her fingers with Rose. She leaned into the other Ravenclaw so their arms brushed against each other as they walked.

"You smell good." Juniper blurted out in her high/drunken state.
Rose giggled at the compliment. Silly girl. She looked down at her and grinned.

"Thanks, I showered." She said as she led Juni through the crowd and out the door. The cool air danced along her skin and she shivered, not cold, simply surprised. The night sky twinkled above them, as if the stars where dancing just for them. Fog swirled thicker than hairspray in a beauty pageant prep-room, and under that, was damp grass. Rose paused for a moment before she slipped her heels off and threw them aside. She would retrieve them later...or not. Whatever. She picked Juni up bridal style and grinned down at the girl.

"Don't you dare throw up on this ride." She said winking down at her as she started walking towards Hogwarts at an easy pace.

Rolling her eyes, Juni half laughed out a "Good to know.".

Once the fresh air filled her lungs her stomach lightly settled with just a couple of even breaths. Juniper found the crisp air as a relief, cooling down the burn within her. She was a little more awake now than she was a few moments ago, but certain things still stuck out to her like the purple from the blue up in the night sky or the glowing blue mushrooms that sprouted in little patches across the green ground.

When fiery red caught her eyes again she was removing her heels and getting ready to toss them. Juniper arched a brow,

"What are you doin-" but before she could finish Rose swept her up, causing Juniper to make a sound she wasn't even used to. The blush on her face had to be noticeable because she felt the renewed heat up to her ears. She was way out of her element.[b/]

Rose mentioning her not to throw up pulled up the dull nausea that was still lingering at the pit of her stomach. She swallowed as a gauge and didn't want to gag so that was always a good thing. "I think I'll be good," she assured, looking up at Rose. Bright blue eyes catching her attention. Even though it was dark out her eyes still looked as if they almost glowed. Juniper smirked, "I think I could have handled walking." then it softened into a soft smile. She leaned her head against Roses shoulder, "Thank you.. anyway. " she mumbled.

"its my pleasure." Rose said with a small smile.

It wasn't hard to get back to their room, a few charms, and secret passages later, they where there. She placed Juni down in front of her bed.

Finally reaching their room Juniper gave out a little yawn. Her jaw clicked very subtly like it always did since she took that soccer ball to the face in her second year. Being on her feet again made her realize just how tired and dizzy she actually was. "You need to get some rest." Said Rose and Juniper smiled back giving her a slight nod.

"You need to get some rest." Rose said with a smile as she patted Juni's head gently, then turned to leave. She made it a few steps before she stopped and shook her head. Suddenly, she turned and strode back to Juniper with purpose.

"Yea I think I'm gonna marry my bed tonight." She began to softly laugh when a force pulled her in, making Jun take an involuntary small step forward.

"Fuck it." She breathed as she pulled Juni close, her hand rested below her ear, her thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. Rose kissed Juni and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, and it conveyed things words would never be able to. She pulled away, and pressed her forehead to Juni's.

Rose felt warm and comforting... Juniper could have fallen asleep there if her eyes weren't staring into focused but gentle blues. The warm hand on her cheek and sudden closeness snapped her back into reality. Her head still swimming between being buzzed, high and somewhat sober. In all, way more alert.

There was nothing but silence in those few moments. Her head was freaking out a little. Does Rose really like me? Does she share similar feelings? Bloody hell, I hope my breath doesn't stink! But her heart welcomed it. Warm soft lips on her own with a quickened pulse. Jun would be lying if she said she'd never thought about kissing her roommate before.

Juniper didn't even realize she was playing with the Weasley's hair until she pulled away and she felt the soft tickle from the tips of Roses hair through her fingers. Now forehead to forehead, it brought back memories from earlier in the night. Brought Junipers mind back to Kingsley for a few seconds. What was she gonna doing? What did she want to do?

"Sleep well." Rose whispered, before she went to her own bed across the room.

Mentally sighing Juni managed to whisper back a "good night." Instead of pulling Rose back in. She didn't favor the loss of warmth at the moment but could barely keep her eyes open any longer. She was too spent, psychically but emotionally especially. She crawled under her blankets and only managed to unbutton her pants and a few buttons on her shirt before passing out for the night.


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Lyall wasn’t really listening, at least not fully. He could hear everything and nothing all at once. It felt a little bit like how his senses over reacted to everything during the week of the full moon, but with so much more control. If he focused on the couple dancing in the center of a ton of other grinding bodies, he could hear their whispered conversation like they were standing right next him. He laughed a bit, kind of fucking loving that it seemed like weed gave him a bit of control to the craziness that was lycanthropy. He’d always assumed drugs were chaos- he’d seen people do bat-shit things under their control. But maybe his life was already too chaotic… so the drugs had to give him a little something back in return.

Neo was next to him. He was aware of the smaller mans breathing, of his weight against Lyall’s body, and the jostling movements of someone that could only be described as a whirlwind. Compared to Neo, Lyall felt like he was pulling himself through muddy water.

The tall blonde was still staring across the crowd, his eyes distant and body loose, when that little whirlwind came crashing back into him. Though he thought his body was moving slow, his arms instantly reacted and he easily caught the curly blonde haired man before he hit the ground. Neo instantly was all arms around him, plastering himself to Lyall’s body like the backside of a sticker. He didn’t mind, kind of enjoyed it actually. Neo had a way of just being that Lyall very much wish he could emulate. No overthinking, no backtracking or redacting words. He certainly never apologized for who he was. The opposite of Lyall in almost every way. He would never understand why Neo had decided he was worth collecting.

Neo was talking to someone. Lyall’s hazy brain was about turn and tell that person to fuck off- whoever it was had shoved Neo and was now distracting Lyall from the hazy warmth of the drugs. But Neo gave him no time to react, maybe sensing that Lyall was tugging himself out of that haze, and grabbed his face for another hit.

He was aware he was smiling stupidly. He should probably control that, put on a more placid expression. But, unlike Lyall’s normally hyper anxious brain and tendency to always look calm and passive, right now he did not give a shit.

Lyall was full on grinning. An expression he usually kept under lock and key because he thought it made him look like his father. All teeth, slightly sharp canines, a wild, unfiltered look in his eyes. It made him look like a person that didn’t care what everyone around him thought- the person he would have been if his father had been someone else. But, fuck, Lyall didn’t even know who Fenrir Greyback was right now. All he cared about was how the loudness of the party made his brain quiet, that Neo was a drug personified, and he was content for once.

His pinprick eyes landed on Hollie finally. He knew Hollie- Captain of the Hufflepuff team and fellow Beater. They were often alone on the Quidditch field after hours, no sound but the loud thump of the bludgers back and forth. Hollie was a legend in Lyall’s eyes- a fantastic Beater raised by two of his heroes. When Lyall was a kid, he’d often fantasized about being raised in a similar household. Quidditch every day, walls covered in posters and colors, a parade of game talk and practice.

So, when Lyall’s slowly chugging brain caught up to his quick-moving body, he peeled himself off of Neo and yanked Hollie into a one armed hug.

“Hi Hollie!” He yelled over the crowd- probably a tad loud as his face was currently buried in the shorter man's shoulder, “Neo got me high as fuck, on accident? I think. Either way it's weirdly great and you should probably be too”

Neo stood behind them, looking from Lyall to Hollie and back again. He was high, so fucking high, but he could still not bring himself to blame the drugs for the emotions that were ripping his chest apart.

He wanted to kiss Lyall. He wanted to kiss Hollie. He wanted those two, tall, broad jocks to kiss and watch them do so.

Neo was high. But it wasn’t the drugs that made his body burn.

Hollie stayed perfectly still in Lyall’s hug, staring at Greyback and Dursley. The intensity in which Dursley looked at him and Greyback made his stomach clench. The weed made his mind foggy.

Maybe Greyback was right. Maybe he should get high.

Lyall pulled back after he didn’t get an answer and held Hollie at arm's length, “Yeah?” He was still grinning, toothy smile looking more and more wolf-like, “Neo’s a pro if your worried. Never felt this good in my life”

Hollie swallowed. He’d come to party, hadn’t he? Merlin, his fathers would murder him. Dursley held a joint to his lips, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke out over their heads. Hollie’s throat felt dry, and he wasn’t really sure why. He licked his lips, and although he wanted to reach for it, something held him back. There was worry on his face when he looked at Greyback. “You got me?”

Lyall laughed roughly, pulled Hollie back to their little circle, and slung a large arm around him, “I don’t really know if I got myself” he whispered conspiratorially, then gestured loosely at Neo, “I’m sure he does?”

Neo did not fight his devilish grin back very hard. It was a stark contrast, that innocent face with such a mischievous smirk. He held the joint out to Hollie.

Hollie took it tentatively, his heart pounding from anticipation. Dursley was watching him, Greyback was holding him, the thought of feeling as good as they obviously were was the final push. He licked his lips again then took a tentative, slow drag. Somehow, he didn’t cough. Thank magic.

Neo’s eyes raked over Hollie and Lyall’s bodies.

“You two should make out,” he deadpanned.

Lyall instantly rolled his eyes before taking the joint out of Hollie's fingers. He was used to Neo’s weirdness by now and tended to just shrug it off. He never really knew what to say and was usually way too nervous to come up with a reply. So he busied himself by taking a hit and looking away.

Lyall had to release Hollie when he doubled over coughing, handing the weed back over to the other beater. He wheezed, feeling like a slice of charcoal was slipping down his throat at the same time as his mind was slipping loose a fraction more.

“Oh fuuuuuck” he groaned, righting himself, “Alright, fuck, this is good”

He was nodding, not really sure why- maybe just at the whole situation? Lyall did a quick look around the room and pointed at someone taking a shot out of a vial.

Neeeeo” Lyall frowned, did he just whine? He coughed and fixed himself, “Neo what’s that?”

Neo followed Lyall's finger, Hollie was watching too, but not speaking. The Euphoria Elixir came in tiny glass vials that fit in the palms of their hands. Teddy made sure that no dose was too strong or too much. Usually, it took a single shot for the effects to set in.

Neo disappeared from Lyall and Hollie's immediate eyesight for a moment, returning later with two vials. He handed each of them a single vial. Hollie’s eyebrows rose, like he wasn’t sure if he was that invested.

"Bottom's up, boys!"

He spanked them both, gripping their firm asses a little longer than they'd expected. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and watched them knock the drug back.

There was a split second where Lyall almost tossed the drug in favor of yelling at Neo for the ass grab, but Hollie was pulling the stopper out already. Lyall sent Neo a withering glare at the same time as mimicking Hollie, both of them a little apprehensive as they clinked the glasses together.

Lyall and Hollie threw them back at the same time. As the cold liquids burned warm down his throat, he remembered that he hadn’t even asked Neo what this was. But oh, fuck, it took all of five seconds for him to not really care anymore.

He turned wide eyes to Neo, blinking as the purest form of Good ran through him like molasses. Coating everything, filling dark cracks he didn’t know he had. It felt like the coziest fire, the warmest blanket, Minerva’s secret tea she only shared with him.

He reached forward and grabbed Neo, not really sure why. He knew the boy liked to be touched and he wanted Neo to feel this.

“Mmm” Lyalls voice had dropped down to a deep rumble, somewhere between human and wolf, “It’s fucking warm. It’s good, I like this. You feel like this?”

Neo sucked in his breath. He had a hard enough time pretending that he did not really feel anything for Lyall without him making it all the more difficult. He'd kept away, played and teased as a way to release some of his frustrated affections. Maybe giving him the drug had been a bad idea. Maybe Lyall should not be high. Because if he continued to act like that, Neo might just start believing that he had an actual, real-life chance.

Not getting any real answer, Lyall took that as Neo not really getting it. He’d only smoked weed, he hasn’t tried that godlike liquid with them.

Lyall grabbed Neos hand at the same time as steering Hollie around towards the bag of drugs on the counter, “Were getting more”

Hollie hadn’t said a word. He’d been too shocked by the flood of what he could only call … happiness to speak. It was pure, and gripping, and he kind of wanted to laugh but he didn’t know why? Until suddenly Lyall was touching him, and then he looked up to see an array of emotions flash across Dursley’s face. Not the happy emotions, not really. Dursley no longer looked playful or in control; he looked scared and vulnerable. Like he’d just had a secret discovered.

“Come on man,” Hollie said, and then the laughter escaped. He was giggling, it sounded a little bubbly, but he was pretty sure nothing was actually funny. “Leave the kid alone.” His smile was too wide. It was the drug. He took Dursley from Greyback’s grasp and tucked him against himself instead. “Maybe he’s allergic?”

Feeling slightly panicked, Neo coughed the last of the smoke in his lungs out. The motion rocked him deeper into Hollie's chest, taking him farther away from Lyall.

"It's Euphoria Elixir. It makes you feel happy." Neo explained

Lyall quirked a brow, his grin turning a bit more dangerous when he was denied, “And you don’t want that?”

Neo tensed. He had never expected this turn of events. He shook his head. “I like how weed makes me feel. I prefer Muggle drugs.”

He wanted to say, “But I’ll feel happy if you kiss me, if you love me, if you let me be yours.”

Neo didn’t say that. He never would.

Lyall gaze got a bit harder, the euphoria making his brain easily slip past any kind of line he would never have crossed, “You do this with me and I’ll trade you something”

Neo stared at Lyall. He could ask for anything. Anything.

With a heavy sigh, Neo pulled himself from Hollie and walked the rest of the way to the bar. He took some vials and handed one to each boy.

“No trades.”

He downed it in a single go.

Lyall followed along, his brain doing one more chug before slipping deeper into that thick warmth. His eyes slid into a bleary, sleepy look, which starkly contrasted to the yellow glow and pinprick pupils. He wasn’t tired, his brain was active and alive and smoldering, but damn was his body slow. He felt the kind of good you felt after a long nap- aware but wanting more.

Hollie didn’t think he should do more, but it didn’t really seem to matter, because he did. And he felt good. In fact, he was pretty sure he had never felt that good in his entire life. Well, no, that was a lie. It was the kind of happiness he’d felt on a broom before, high above the rest of the world, soaring fast, but it was still kind of different. Like he wasn’t having to chase that happiness.

Instead, that happiness chased him. Euphoria hit him straight in the chest like the goddamn Night Bus. The swirling colors around him, the faint smell of weed and moondew, the darkness he felt blanketed in, it was all so wonderful.

Neo hated the moment the drug hit his system. It messed with his head, made him happy. Too happy. A part of his brain wanted it to stop. A bigger part of him wanted to pull both boys to him and kiss them, ravish them.

Neo held his head in his hands, smiling back at Lyall because Lyall was smiling at him.

“‘s good, right?” Lyall slurred, his tongue a bit heavy in his mouth and his cheeks stuck in a permanent loose grin, “You’re good right?”

Neo did not feel good. He didn't think so, at least. He felt too happy and that scared him. He laughed really hard and leaned against Hollie.

"I'm good if you're good."

Lyall's eyes listed slowly away from Neo, his body swaying slightly in time with the music. He kind of felt like dancing, but one look at the grinding hot bodies under neon lights made him feel a bit queasy. He’d get eaten alive in there and probably not in a good way. But he still wanted something, though his drug-addled mind couldn’t put words to it.

So Lyall took two steps forward and swung his arm around Hollie on the opposite side of Neo. He sent a lazy smile to both of them before tugging them a few steps backwards and unceremoniously dumping all three on the worn out leather couch against the wall.

“‘s better, much better” he was still wrapped around Hollie's side, head on his shoulder cause his muscles really wanted a break.

His brain was doing the mush thing he couldn’t control, filtering from one subject to the next. Quidditch slid through, as it usually does around Hollie, and Lyall latched on. He leaned further into Hollie's side so he didn’t have to yell over the music to speak into his ear, “Did you catch the Moose Jaw game last week?”

“Hell yeah!” Hollie answered. He rarely ever missed a game. He was talking about it even though he barely registered what he was saying. Once he got the words out, they were gone, drifting away with the music. Lyall was touching him and then he was on something that felt vaguely of leather but definitely didn’t smell like it. A couch? Yeah. Lyall was right, it was better. He leaned his head back and felt another grin split his face.

Neo was aware that Lyall had deposited them all on one of the scattered old couches around the room. He was grateful for Lyall's unwilling nature to dance. Neo wasn't quite sure that he would be able to keep his body upright.

The thing about Neo and Euphoria Elixir was this: he went into hysterics. Somehow, the drug drew out all the happiness and hurt that Neo had ever felt. Neo sometimes wondered if it was because the drug had too much magic in it and he didn't have enough to keep up. Whatever the case, it sent his mind reeling. Neo always ended up laughing and crying.

He leaned into Lyall, his laughter drowned out by the music and the sound of fellow students. He could hear Lyall talking about the one thing Neo knew almost nothing about: Quidditch.

Both of the boys he had a crush the size of Gringott's underground vaults were bonding over the one thing he could not keep up with. He laughed as he watched them, thinking that they looked utterly lovely together. They really made a beautiful pair.

Laughing, Neo said, "You two are really beautiful. You know that right?"

He didn't know if they heard him. Neo didn't care. He leaned forward and started laughing. He laughed and laughed and laughed until he was crying.

Hollie and Lyall were so caught up in their tiny world of balls and broomsticks they almost missed Neo’s voice. Something with the word ‘beautiful’ in it, and Hollie felt his face heat up. If he were sober, it would have been a comment he would have moved passed. Because it was Neo and he never really knew how to handle Neo. He opened his mouth, sure he was going to say something, but then there were tears. Not his. Neo’s.

“Hey. No.” Hollie wasn’t sure why tears were wrong, but they were. There weren’t supposed to be tears here. “Dursley! My dude, this is the happy place.”

Lyall had a real hard time yanking him out of the euphoric glow of Quidditch and drugs and Hollie. Caught in that trap he'd never tried to remove himself from before. But Neo was up to his shit again, only this time the sincerity in his voice was enough to tug on Lyall's attention.

Beautiful, him? He could admit Hollie was an attractive dude, he guessed, but Big Bad Fenrir Lyall Greyback Jr.?

"Yeah, yeah man. See, we are both happy. You just gotta be happy with us. What can we do?" Lyall asked.

Neo’s head spun. His heart felt exposed and all the feelings he’d ever hidden came pouring out in hysterical cackles and sobs.

He gripped an arm. Lyall’s? Hollie’s? He didn’t know. He didn’t care.

“W-weed!” He gasped. “Get me some weed.”

He needed to dull the thundering force of Euphoria. He needed to be numb again.

Hollie was the one that moved, though he supposed that was kind of dumb because he didn’t even really know what he was looking for, but he found Neo’s bag without any trouble, and in there was another bag of the joints Neo had been smoking. He grabbed a handful of them and was back in no time, pressing them into Neo’s lap worriedly.

Neo’s fingers trembled as he struggled to light a joint. His hysterical laughter made it harder for him to stop shaking. If his tears dripped, he might lose his chance to smoke. After several failed attempts, he finally managed to light his stick.

Desperate, he took one, two, three deep hits. He held the smoke in his lungs, allowing it to burn. With a sigh, he released whatever was left into the area above them. There was the stillness that he had been seeking, teasing him in the swirls of the smoke.

He gave a laugh, this one more steady than all the others, and continued to smoke. “A’ight, their lads?”

Hollie laughed himself, but it still wasn’t funny. Neo was steadier, he thought, but it still didn’t quite seem alright. “Maybe we should call it a night, yeah?” he asked, looking between Lyall and Neo. And then, he didn’t know why, but he laughed and leaned forward to press a kiss against Neo’s forehead. “Think I’ve had enough for my first party.”

“Call it a night?” Lyall echoed back, his gaze drifting away now that it seemed like Neo was doing better. He frowned and shook his head, his eyes skimming over the life filling the room, “No, pretty sure I won’t ever need sleep again” He turned his attention back to the two boys on either side of him, “We could… go somewhere else though? Maybe…” A slow grin spread across his face as he made eye contact with Hollie, “Quidditch pitch? The stars will look great on this clear of a night”

Neo nodded. Yes, Quidditch pitch. Anything to get out and stop being unbearably high. “I’ll need help walking. Can’t walk straight.”

He giggled. “Can’t walk straight, can’t think straight, can’t be straight.”

Lyall laughed, grabbed Neo, and hefted him off the couch in a single move. He kept his arm around Neo’s waist and half carried him towards the back door, glancing back to make sure Hollie was still behind them.

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