Snippet #2768815

Rose was mid-hit when she spotted Juniper. She bounced through the crowd with such vigor, Rose couldn’t help but watch. A small smile creeped across Rose’s lips as she exhaled the puff of weed. Her hair reminded Rose of the rich soil of the valleys after spring rains, almost black in the shadows, but when she stepped into the lights it was a rich brown. With each stride the strands tumbled, reflecting the colorful glowing lights. Rose’s eyes traveled down the expanse of Juniper’s face, examining every delicate features. Her lips were a pale pink that reminded Rose of delicate hyacinth petals. Her top lip was thinner, but not too thin, and it had a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and more plush. Her eyes were the color of hot chocolate and when they aimed at Rose they wrap around her like a blanket, engulfing her in warmth. They were deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls that held the heaviness of one thousand untold stories. They consisted of raw emotion and if you observe closely…and then Juni winked at her, her smile full of mischief and intoxication. Rose felt her face heat, and for a moment she was taken aback.

‘What a minx.’ Rose thought to herself with a grin. She considered asking her to dance for a moment, but as if Kins had read her mind, she was hanging off of Juni like a loose fitting coat…and Rose was not one to compete. She would not be second fiddle to anyone, even the breathtaking Kingsley Shacklebolt, she valued herself entirely too much. Besides, Kins was her girl, she wasn’t gonna step on her stomping grounds so to speak….But Rose also knew Kins pretty well, and she was a beast of her own, and Rose meant that in the best of ways. She watched as Juni and Kins made their way to the far side of the shack and went outside to the romantic nook Rose had set up specifically for snogging.

“Well damn.” Rose blew out a puff of hair in frustration before she took another hit and turned to examine her handy work once more. Juni and Kins returned not long after and it did not take a Ravenclaw to figure out what happened. Things did not go well….or maybe too well? Rose scooted closer to Juni.

“You good?” She asked over the thumping music.

“I mean, really…suck it up buttercup. No Debbie downers at my party.” She said with a playful grin as she bumped Juni’s hip. Rose herself had once had a taste of the drug named Kingsley. She had fancied herself in love with the dark-skinned beauty at one point. It was all heat and rebellion. Silly really, a unruly phase, however it had led to their fairly close friendship though, and for that she was thankful. Kins was adventure in witch form.

Standing there with sweaty palms and her joint almost gone Juniper took a few more puffs to finish it off before making the filter disappear with a pop. Non of that littering, save the planet and all that. She was thrown from fire into water and a drink did sound good right about now or several. From the corner of her peripheral Juniper caught sight of lovely red. It was her roommate and good friend rose. She tried putting on a smile for her but it was dejected. "Yeah.. I'm okay." she commented, before Rose bumped her with her hip.

The contact made her think back to the witch she was just with... Her being with Teddy, Juniper didn't want to come in between that but she also couldn't stay away from Kingsley, it wasn't possible for her. Even if she does have to push down those feelings. Suddenly Roses words rung back into her ears. She does need to toughen up or at least let go instead. Let go for tonight and try not to think of what just happened outside. Her attention was fully on Rose now. Beautiful bright blue eyes and all.

Rose became distracted by the lights again, this time, no scrutiny crossed her mind. She felt at peace as the song’s tempo, and copious amounts of Moondew laced weed, lulled her into a happy trance. A new song started and the music washed over like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. Some reacted to the beat, others continue to chatter, and yet Rose could tell it spoke to them in some manner as they swayed gently. Rose smiled, before the notes filled the air every person was an island, as the tempo picked up, it was as if they all moved together and it brought Rose warmth.

A more genuine smile crossed her lips. Rose was usually there for her, usually the last one she'd talk to before bed since they shared the same room. A slim arm reached up gently taking the joint from between Roses lips and putting it against hers. She pulled, held it in letting her head get cloudy then exhaled the cloud high above the dancing bodies.

"Hey you," Juniper said, turning her body completely to face rose, joint once again hanging off her lips with a grin.

"Dance with me rose petal?" Her hand outstretched, wrapping her gentle fingers around the Red heads own fingers and pulling her towards the dance floor.

"I won't bite much, I promise." She half laughed, getting back into the groove of things.

Before Rose could accept the dance, another dark haired beauty stole her attention, wrapping her arms around Juni’s waste. Rose quirked an eyebrow and watched with interest and slight frustration.

"Hey, babes! What'd I miss? You want some Firewiskey? I've got Bungbarrel here too!"She added.


“I am going to get a drink, when I get back you owe me a dance.” Rose said with a quick wink and a playful tap to Juni’s butt as she passed.

Juniper felt the warmth around her waist but could only slightly jump in reaction to Rose giving her butt a little slap. Her face went a bright red and she almost ended up following after the redhead but remembered she was glued in place at the moment. With her head properly floating in happy daze she looked towards Harper, her ex but still considered a dear friend. A playful smile over took her as she laced her arm around Harpers shoulder, letting the bass shake her from the inside out.

"Mmm, why not both?"

(thank you to NotWhatYouThink for the collab)

In the six years Piper Longbottom had been at Hogwarts, she had never, and she meant N E V E R, been to a party. Not because she had no interest, more like because the party throwers had no interest in her. This year was no different, she hadn’t technically been ‘invited’ per say, but she was here, and she was going to have fun. She was not a wild child so to speak, or so she thought, until she entered the shrieking Shack.

Piper stared at the shack in awe; the Ravenclaw, Rose, had outdone herself. The lights where entrancing, like the norther lights had been conjured at her command…and yet it was the music that drew her in, out of her hesitant stance next to the door. The music felt as if it was teaching her brain how to flow, how to be so peaceful. It's as if the slowly changing tones touched different parts, a sort of auditory massage for her mind. The lyrics swam through her cerebral cortex like a beautiful waking dream, the notes relaxed her, which enabled the song to call to her entire being.

She skirted the edge of the party watching the bodies move together in a trance like fashion. She was fascinated. Someone, a Slytherin, approached her with a charming smile, and offered her something that smelled like skunk and freedom all at once. She shook her head, declining politely, however that did not seem to be the right thing to do. As if she had spoke ill of his mother, he grabbed her arm before she could retreat. It wasn’t a painful grip, and yet Piper found herself slightly frightened when he leaned in closer.

“Your Longbottom’s daughter, aren’t you? Here to snitch bitch?” He yelled in her ear, over the throbbing music. Rage reared its ugly head at the name of her father. As if being a Longbottom was a bad thing! She tried to swallow that anger but it grew in her belly until it came out as hot as any dragon had ever flamed. She wanted to burn him to ash.

“How long did it take you to think of that one you decrepit Neanderthal. Remove your hands before I remove them for you, or better yet before I turn your pants into a port key.” Piper snarled in a fashion she had never done before. All her years at Hogwarts where plagued by her Father. She loved him dearly, but if there ever was a helicopter father, it was Neville Longbottom.

“What are you going to do, tell your daddy? I could be your daddy for tonight” he said as his grip tightened, and his smile becoming more menacing. She yanked her arm away with a roll of her eyes. She summoned ever ounce of her courage and glared as menacingly as she could at the offensive boy.

“With no respect, and all offence meant, you literally look like a rat transfiguration spell gone wrong, so if you could please just go insult a Hypogriff or something, that would be great.” She said as she took a quick step back. The Slytherin’s face contorted with rage and he stepped towards her. She backed up a step, and felt a sense of frustration as she did. She hated giving ground and she knew, no matter what she did, this was not going to end well for her.

“Seriously, please just shove off.” She said resigned.