After Feast Party! [Dem/Open to 6th & 7th years]

[WILFORD BAILEY HAYWARD]

Will felt like an insane bad boy doing this, being snuck into the party and doing something that no other fifth year would do. Besides the few that would purposely sneak in, and not even wear something original. I mean come on, who dresses as Frodo from the Lord of the Rings muggle movie and expects to get away with it. Well, obviously the person wearing the costume, but still, that was just ridiculous. There was bound to be more ridiculous costumes out there than his own, not that he considered it ridiculous. Unfortunately, there were indeed quite a few Slytherins that were there.

Not quite his cup of tea, but they weren't the usual Slytherins he ran into, luckily for him this party was secluded to only those who knew how to handle themselves. Plus, they weren't blood purists, otherwise Aubrey would have been a shish-ka-bob by now. Normally he would have cared that she had been there, but when he noticed the butterbeer that someone had brought in, he was wondering how she had gotten it past the teachers. Sure, a concealment charm would do the trick, but as he entered the party behind Lyra he merely nodded to her. "Don't worry, I'll try to blend in and act all macho-like...although I don't think this is a good idea....even though I'm here I can't really turn back," he admitted.

This was going to be insanely fun as he followed after Lyra into the party looking at all the different costumes, Albus Potter and his friend Theresa were there. Then, he looked over towards the rest of the room, as there was a person with a werewolf costume on. No doubt, he wondered who that could be, but had a slight guess at the way he introduced himself. Full of himself, that ego had to be none other than some Gryffindor that Will couldn't think of right now. It didn't really matter, since it looked like everyone was having fun as he attempted to sneak a drink of butterbeer right off the bat.

Waving to people as they passed him and thanked him for the frankenstein costume, now it was up to Lyra that he didn't get caught as he finished off a glass of butterbeer rather fast. Oh, this stuff was good, he'd have to try it more sometime when he was able to....like right now as he was filling another cup. "This is soo good," he whispered to Lyra, although he had slowed down since he knew this was an alcoholic beverage.

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[THERESA JAY KELSEY]

When albus tilted his head jokingly she teasingly bared the fangs at him, then shook her head and laughed. Even if she'd been a real vampire she wouldn't have bitten albus - he was her best friend, why would you go around biting your friends? Even if you were thirsty. When he blushed she ducked her head slightly, wondering why he'd just blushed at the compliment. Had she embarrassed him? She hadn't meant to.. Or was it just because she'd complimented him? Oh man what did it matter? Theia bit her lip, forgetting about the plastic fangs for a moment and quickly stopping herself.

She smiled lightly and sipped her butterbeer, glancing about at everyone's costumes and noting that some people really had gone all out. After albus nodded at her comment she glanced back toward him, listening to him as he spoke. Definitely not. I could pull it off better, if I wanted to, Theia smiled lightly and looked at him, catching the eye roll. " well you certainly have the advantage with you being his son." she teased gently, trying to lighten the fact that demetrius had dressed as albs father. When albus turned away from demetrius so did Theia, seeing this as an indication of an end to that conversation.

As the door opened to omit an obnoxious irritating gryffindor who was somehow related to albus, Theia curled her lip slightly and made a noise of disgust. Conceited much…" Theia looked at albus and nodded, rolling her chocolate eyes. " it's a wonder he could fit his big head through the damn door.. she muttered in response, James' voice already grating on her patience and nerves. In her opinion the tone of the party definitely just fell several feet. 

She jumped slightly as she felt albus take her arm, surprised at the rate her heart sped up to at his touch. “I think perhaps we should get away from that guy. He’s a bit too annoying for my taste," She nodded in agreement and moved away from that annoying potter boy with albus, downing the last of her butterbeer. 

[LYRA KARA THORNTON]

She smiled as she caught the look on will's face - well it was more the slightly look in his clear blue eyes. Though he must have felt a little out of his depth as they entered the thick of the party without notice; lyra had been to and hosted herself many a party, but she didn't think will had - and he certainly hadn't been to a sixth year and above party. 

Lyra glanced about, noticing several people she recognised - James and albus potter, scorpius malfoy, aubrey .. She grinned lightly at some of the costumes, a few of them she didn't understand what with her never really having known some of the muggle things people had dressed as. She'd have to remind herself to ask will on some of these costumes later - he seemed to be quite up to speed on muggle things.

;Don't worry, I'll try to blend in and act all macho-like...although I don't think this is a good idea....even though I'm here I can't really turn back Lyra smiled lightly and rolled her eyes lightly. " you're in .. Just enjoooy it. Think about consequences later.." she grinned, knowing she was a rather bad influence but hey, he was a good prefect but he could afford to take a day off or at least one night.

As they paused by the drinks Lyra grabbed a class of firewhisky, taking a couple of sips and then watching as will pretty much downed his butterbeer This is soo good she grinned lightly; it was alway a little amusing to see someone first taste an alcoholic drink. " wait till you try firewhisky ... But go easy on the drink yeah? We don't want you getting drunk." Lyra warned lightly, grinning and shaking her head. Sure there would probably be a few people who got drunk tonight but it would not be a good idea for will to become intoxicated...

[shailene]

The reflection that Shailene was staring at looked odd to her...it didn't seem right. The skirt was too short, the top showed a bit of the stomach, and her legs were completely bare. Shailene sighed trying to rid herself of the bundle of nerves she had in her stomach. It wasn't often that Shailene dressed this sort of way. Revealing all this skin left no imagination for the boys at this Halloween party. But Shailene had bought the costume in a spur of the moment ordeal. Now sixteen years old Shailene wanted to put herself out there more, be more of a woman. What else spoke woman that a female figure? Shailene had figured nothing which was a shallow thought indeed. Of course there was more to being a woman then just a womanly figure but it was too late now, Shailene was dressed and determined to go to this party even if she felt uncomfortable.

Her uncomfortableness also had to do with the fact that Shailene was a prefect, a very responsible once at that, and she figured it wouldn't be right for her to attend this party. One she would probably ruin it for others and two she wasn't suppose to take part in silly teenaged gatherings like this. There would be about a million school rules broken in one night but Shailene knew about the party which was just as bad, if caught, as going to it. So she shrugged her shoulders and shook off all insecure thoughts and decided to go have some fun.

Shailene draped her school robe over her, hiding her exposed body from others that she passed on the way up to the room of requirements. She entered the room after it appeared for her and saw that there were other prefects as well as a bunch of other students here. She held tight to her robe, not feeling sure about revealing herself. She walked in heels to the refreshment table and grabbed some butter beer. She didn't want to get drunk tonight but it seemed she would be seeing as Shailene didn't pay attention to the label that said this butter beer had alcohol in it.

After sipping on the cup she had poured herself for a while she began to loosen up. Shailene walked over to Valerie Greyback. She didn't really know the girl that much but she knew she was extremely friendly for a Slytherin and a Greyback, plus Shailene really didn't know anyone else here. "Hi Valerie, enjoying the party?" She asked. "I really love your costume." Shailene said with a smile before drinking the last bit of alcoholic butter beer from her cup.

Feeling quite unlike herself, Shailene finally dropped her school robe from around her body, revealing her costume. Her body was long with small curves, pretty much an image no one expected out of Shailene.

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Outfit

[lysander]

It seemed as if Tristen wasn't even given one second before Breanna, Alaya, Valerie and Aubrey walked in. They were all looking exceptionally good tonight and Dem knew it was going to be fun. Of course, Bre was the first to catch most of his attention, she was absolutely stunning. Her grinned at her and nodded as a response to her question. "Of course, I look just like him," he replied, winking at her.

He then looked over at Alaya standing a bit far away by herself. He stood up, bowed to her and said, "Miss Gryffindor Champion, honored to be in your presence. I do hope you will save me a dance later on."

“Depends on which Potter you talk to. James might find it funny, Lily might comment on what you could’ve done to improve, Albus would ignore you, Mr. Potter would find it amusing as well as Mrs. Potter.” Ah, of course, the angelic yet preppy voice of Aubrey McNeal. She was a looker, but different from every other girl. While he was surrounded by the sexiest bunch of Slytherin girls that had ever existed, Aubrey brought a different quality to the table. She was adorable and her personality was effervescent. She was girly and always left much to the imagination by not revealing too much skin. Dem appreciated that in a girl.

"And just what do you think of it, Aubrey? Did I get it right?"

Before Aubrey could reply to him, he heard Maharet's voice. He looked over at her. Look at that, not even one minute and she's already bossing me around. He wasn't surprised as she dumped the box liquor in his arms and started to take her drink from it. Maharet was very good at hiding her true self from people. Many were fooled by her good girl act but Dem was aware of her being a complete bitch to anyone when the party got going. Either way, he enjoyed the view.

He heard as James Potter made an entrance in his wolf costume and Dem lifted one hand to greet him, almost dropping the box on Maharet's feet, but caught it. He rolled his eyes at the blonde and placed on the refreshment table before grabbing a solo cup and filling it with firewhiskey. "Thanks, mate," he nodded at James. "I think we're gonna have to throw an after party for our party to get rid of this alcohol. Perhaps we won't invite those who just come to spoil the party next time." He looked over at Theia and Albus, who had constantly been rolling their eyes at him for the past few minutes. "No offense, Jimmy, but you're brother seems like a downer."

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James merely chuckled, as everyone knew it was him after that boastful comment as he used one arm to heave the keg up next to the others finally nodding in return. It was hard for James to sneak that barrel up here, especially wearing this ridiculous outfit as he took the wolf mask off finally, and nodded towards him. Leaving the mask on top of his head for the time being as he used his paws, or what resembled paws to at least get a grip on the many choices of alcohol there were. Even as the rumors of a party were going around, it was hard to miss out on these famous parties, but he gave a sideways glance at Albus as well as Theia. Choosing to ignore their comments for the moment, pompous brats, he thought to himself.

Either way, they had every reason to ignore him, but he shrugged his shoulders at Demetrius's comment. "Oh don't worry about them, I'm sure they'll go skulk in some corner until Scorpius shows up, if he's not here already. They never go anywhere without each other after all, suppose I could say the same for Alaya, since she beat me here. Odd, that four of the champions will be in the same room, but I know to watch myself. Just enjoy the party, mate, don't think about others, after all, the rest of us are having a blast, right? Wow, that frankenstein costume looks so real, good job," he yelled out to the person standing beside Lyra.

Wait, he was having to squint his eyes at the person beside her, but as quickly as he had looked he was examining all of the other costumes. Was this going to be a costume party where the best costume would be judged, because he definitely felt under-dressed now. As epic as it may have been to see he might have to bail shortly, but even so he would have taken the keg with him in return. Letting out a hearty chuckle at his comment, "No need to worry about that, seems there will be quite a few that will be taking most of it off of your hands," he said patting Demetrius on the shoulder as he looked over to Alaya.

If he hadn't forgotten, James had been one of the champions as well, but at least he didn't flaunt the title around at all.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Maharet could have gagged at the sight of Scorpius and Aubrey together. She didn’t care how distantly they were related, it was still a major affront for him to be with a girl like that. And what the hell was she wearing? If Maggie had cared enough to know, she might have listened to the useless dribble that was coming out of the Gryffindor girl’s mouth. It was probably some ridiculous muggle thing that Maharet had no interest in knowing about in the first place. The loud howl was a bit startling but luckily Demetrius hadn’t dropped the box so she just let that roll off her shoulders with nothing but a terse smile to show from it.

Personally she thought that Demetrius looked good even if he was portraying someone that Maggie didn’t care for in the least. The whole prep school look worked for him, though she would have been equally as happy if he were shirtless. Looking around while the two boys exchanged friendly words Maggie noticed that she was definitely dressed in the most slutty and revealing outfit so far. It wasn’t surprising and she wasn’t embarrassed about it at all. These things were an opportunity to go wild, and Maggie was a big believer in making a fashion statement, go big or go home, right? Once a moment of silence passed between Demetrius and “Jimmy” and the box of vodka and tequila had been taken off her hands and put up Maharet leaned in and placed a tender kiss on Demetrius’ cheek. “Thank you.” Her tone was sugary sweet, batting her eyelashes to seem rather condescending, but hey he got a kiss out of it so he should have been happy.

Maharet left Demetrius’ company downing more of the tequila, what could she say; she liked to get down to business quickly. With the music playing and no one dancing it just seemed wrong to her. Slipping up to Tristen’s side Maggie flashed him a pretty smile. “How about a dance handsome?” She inclined toward Tristen putting her lips close to his ear to whisper, “I’ll let you touch me in bad places.” Maharet plus party equaled slut, it was a simple and unflinching formula. Maggie could always be relied on to bring the boys a form of entertainment at parties. Contrary to popular belief though it was for selfish and usually strategic reasons.

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[melodyv]

Valerie downed another drink of alcoholic butterbeer she was somewhat buzzed but the party was picking up so she would probably be good with what she had just drank. She smiled, she had no idea where Zmey was but she was starting to loosen up. Valerie loved Halloween almost more than any other holiday because it let her break from her good girl ways. She smiled as she saw people come in. Val was always one of the personable ones of her siblings, or at least she thought so. She used her wallflower likeness to draw others to her. Just then a Hufflepuff Valerie had known from the beginning of her career but she hadn't really talked to her due to the fact she was always around with different people.

"Oh its just a swinging party," She snickered "I am having a great time though." She sighed. It had been a long week and something like this was just what she needed to unwind a bit "Your Shailene, right?" Val asked concerned that she had this girl placed but it may not have been the girl she was thinking of. "Oh thanks yeah I had this in my trunk for some odd reason." Val said with a smile. Anyone who knew her well, knew that showing a ton of skin was not her style but she never knew if the full moon was going to land on Halloween so she always went all out because if she didn't and the next year happened to be a full moon, well she tended to be sad about it for a while. "I like your costume as well, Shaliene." She said betting on the fact that this was the girl she thought it was. "So how are you liking sixth year, I don't know about you but it seems that everything just sort of seems to be coming together and such." She smiled as she had just noticed in her classes that everything she was studying usually tied to healing. Valerie smiled at the girl she had talked to really for the first time in a long time. Val sometimes had issues with people being genuine with her due to her past but it seemed this girl was which was something she admired.

She figured that if she kept talking she would probably have a good time with her. Val was in serious need of good girl friends and she had always heard that Hufflepuffs made great friends. She knew some of her house mates had joked about how lame/ dorky they were but Val was a non-conventional Slytherin after all so she decided that she would hang around with Shailene for the night.

[tristen]

"You guys know it was really awesome of you to throw this party. And I am finally old enough to stop crashing," Val said to Dem and him. Tristen just nodded, smirking, and took another sip from his mug of firewhiskey before saying, "Which only means the party can get better." His eyes fell on Maharet, entering the room as he said, watching how she walked over and slung her coat. "A party every weekend would take away from the legendary status...plus break my bank," he said to Val, absentmindedly as his eyes raced over Maharet's scandalously clad form. Now, this wasn't the first party she had attended of theirs and he was all too familiar of how she transformed given an excuse. Although, Dem wasn't too fond of her. Of course, this was due to the way she happened to act like he was her...b*tch.

And yes, there it was, Maharet in regular form and taking to dump her alcohol in Dem's arms, just assuming he would hold it..which he did. Tristen flashed Dem a knowing smirk just as James showed up. Tristen gave his housemate a nod and a "Hey mate" to a well clothed (in contrast to himself) James. For a moment, his eyes landed on an unnamed Frankenstein, thoroughly impressed. He half attended to James and Dem's conversation (which was going on near to him), noting how Maharet was on a mission with her tequila. What was the saying? One tequila, two tequila, three tequila..floor? He was guessing it didn't apply to her as she kissed Dem on the cheek in a "You should find yourself flattered" sort of fashion.

He glanced over at Scorpius an Aubrey and then Albus and Theresa who he would feel would be a slow and steady drain on the moral of the party. No matter. There would be enough people here to counterbalance snobbery and such. His attention was once again fully captured up as Maharet had apparently rounded Dem and James, coming close to his side.

One arm ventured around her bare waist as Maggie leaned close to her. He smirked, one eyebrow shifting up at the words she whispered in his ear. Though, he shouldn't have been surprised. It was Maharet at a party, plus tequila, and very little clothing. Well, it didn't actually qualify as clothing. Like his own costume, it was basically underwear. Tristen reached out his free hand and clapped Dem on the shoulder. "Girls, mate...girls," he said in sort of a helpless - it can't be denied - way before he smirked, his eyes focusing in on the offer before him. "Oh, it would be my pleasure," he said, pleased, before tossing back the remaining firewhiskey in his mug, which he then set aside. He took one of Maharet's hands in his, making his way towards the dance floor...

[natalia]

Natalia had definitely been the first person, besides Dem and Tristen, to know that the party was denifitely on this year. Then again, it was always on where Dem and Tris were. Demetrius had told her all the details a few weeks before, he had asked her help with decorations and instead of spending the time with her friends then going to the feast, she spent the entire afternoon decorating for them. And what did she get? A pat on the back? No, nothing. It didn't matter and she didn't really care.

The previous year, she had been allowed to attend their famous party because of her relationship with Dem. The two had been an item at the time and they had spent most of the night drinking and having some alone time on one of the couches in the darker side of the room. Yes, Nat had a good run with Dem, but that was all in the past. Though sometimes she was aware of her lingering feelings for him. That was only because she really truly cared about him. He was a good guy, once you got past the muscles and drinking state. Natalia would always hold a special place for him, but she would leave it at that.

Tonight, she was in her dorm. After her shower, she had hoped to catch Bre to have someone consult on her planned costume, but unfortuntely, her best friends and roommate was gone by the time Natalia got back to their dorm. Without Breanna's opinion, Nat deemed her costume worthy of a Demen party and nodded at her reflection. She, like many, wore her black robes over her costume as she made her way up from the dungeons to the seventh floor. She had no problem accessing the room and as soon as she stepped in the room she was confronted by the loud music already blasting in the background. She put a hand on her hips and quickly admired her own work. Cobwebs were everywhere, glowing lanters and the room's dark wall paint and dim light was just perfect. Her decorations were not meant to scare people, just mimick and laugh at the silly muggle traditions.

In her arms, she was carrying a big box. Inside, she had placed bottles of Green Fairy, a liquor as strong as firewhiskey, and a platter full of candy. Because kids love candy! Well, at least she did. And she was, technically still a kid. Walking over to the tables, Natalia took the five, large, emerald green bottles of Green Fairy and put the candy right next to the butterbeer. With an accomplished sigh, she dropped her robes, revealing her costume. It was a very adorable sailor costume. Most of it was dark blue, with red ribbons and white. She completed the outfit by getting a little sailor hat and white wrist cuffs to go along with her theme. One small, silver anchor was embroidered on the front of her shorts... panties, yes, panties would be a more appropriate and accurate word for what she was wearing. Her shirt reveled her flat tummy and the short bottoms accentuated her long legs.

Natalia was more than pleased with her appearance. She didn't have to go overboard with her costume, she didn't want to look like a slut. Speaking of which, her eyes wandered over to Maharet already all over Tristen. She fought a laugh as she saw that 'Maggie' was practically naked. Did she really have to go to extreme measures to capture someone's attention? How pathetic.

Nat turned her back to them, walked over to Dem, who was holding a cup. She leaned in, kissed his cheek, all the while working her hand between their bodies so she could grab his red cup. With a grin, she pulled back, taking a drink of the cup that she had stolen from him. She raised her eyebrows at him and walked away, still holding the cup in her hand. She took another gulp and scanned the room. Not too far away she spotted a very muscular looking werewolf. Her head slightly tilted, watching the masked male, trying to figure out who it was. She slowly made her way to him. Without realizing who it was, she stepped behind an tapped on James Potter's shoulder. "Are you going to make everyone play the guessing game tonight?" her soft voice almost sounded as a whisper as she spoke behind his shoulder, very close to his ear and a smile lingered on her full lips.

ahoy, sailor!

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

Tristen’s arm slinking around her waist was considerably warming. She was rather comfortable with physical closeness; it was actually the only type that Maharet dealt with. The emotional kind was messy, not to mention tacky and utterly out of her element. Sure she could listen to other people’s whining and offer some seemingly so profound helpful advice that was heart felt and sincere, but really it was all just an act. Whenever someone tried to dig into her emotional baggage, which thank Merlin that didn’t happen often, Maggie would just bullshit her way through it, lying, compulsively or simply telling half-truths to manipulate the situation. People were genuinely idiots. Her mind was digressing from the matter at hand though, which happened to be Tristen.

Parting with her precious bottle of tequila was a necessary evil though, it freed up her hands for some fairly reciprocated groping. The moment Natalia walked in Maharet resisted the urge to scoff. The girl hadn’t shown her up, because the mere notion of the Slytherin girl doing so was ridiculous in her mind, but she was almost as scantily dressed as she was. The only difference really was that Natialia’s top was slightly less revealing. She saw the way that Natalia was looking at her too which only made matters more entertaining for Maharet. If Natalia really wanted something to stare at than she was going to give her, and everyone else, a good show.

Her hand delicately placed in Tristen’s, Maharet placed her tequila on that table, and allowed him to lead her onto the makeshift dance floor. Even with Natalia’s back turned Maggie’s intentions were still the same. Maharet turned around pressing her back against Tristen’s chest and brought his arms to wrap around her, slowly, teasingly, grinding her hips against his groin. She wasn’t shy about it in the least. A satisfied little grin adorned her lips swaying rhythmically to the music playing lightly in the background. Maggie just wanted to let loose and enjoy herself and standing around acting like some stuck up prude, like every other girl there so far, wouldn’t accomplish that. What Demetrius and Tristen really should have done was get the wild partiers to attend, that way Maharet wouldn’t be the only one. But hey, she worked with what she was given and if she did say so herself, Tristen certainly wasn’t bad at all to work with. The muscles, the attractive face, and willingness to get a little down and dirty with her. Trifecta.

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[ALAYA SILANE TIAUN]

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Well she wasn't disappointed with the crowd that soon entered the room. Sure there still wasn't much she really cared about being in that room. This was a party and one that she would not normally attend. But, it was Halloween and she had her own reasons to celebrate. Alaya figured this evening could prove entertaining as she watched people enter in the many different costumes. She placed her cloak on one of the chairs not really caring that her outfit was not something that she would usually wear. She was going to enjoy the evening, but the one thing she did refuse to do would be to drink.

She wasn't exactly expecting anyone to approach her much that evening. So when Demetrius asked her to save a dance for him later she only smirked. "We'll see" she teased. She may or may not bother with the dance considering it did depend on how long she planed on staying. However she did not really care for what he said before that. Though she acted indifferent to the statement. She did not go around using the Champion title. In her mind she was still a sixth year Gryffindor. The only time the title was important was when the task actually started.

Her attention went to the obnoxious character in the wolf outfit. The moment the character walked in she figured it was James. Her assumption was confirmed with Albus' reaction and the way the character spoke. She wasn't surprised in the least bit. Alaya only rolled her eyes but eventually she did walk over to him. "A very...interesting costume. But all things considered, not a huge shocker." She stated to James with a challenging gleam in her eyes.

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[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

Well, this was an unexpected surprise, seeing many other Gryffindor's here with Slytherins no less. Even the few one other Potter that had shown up was full of melancholy and as usual bereft of any joy. It was no wonder that many of the people were talking to James, and calling his brother a downer. That looked slightly bad for the Potter family name, but he didn't care at this point. It wasn't as if the world was about to end, and there were just too many things people needed to know. Once in a while, he would let his emotions get out of hand, but this time he was going to keep them in tact.

Even as two people had walked up to him to start talking to him. Even as the fire whiskey was basically starting to talk for him. It was soon to be deciphered that he wasn't going to be sober at all after this. So he expected someone to make sure he got home safely. Now he was just as content as any other person there, but he wasn't going to be a downer at all. Oh no, this was a party and that meant there was much more festive things than just drinking and having a good time. As soon as he heard Natalia whispering in his hear, and he looked over. Definitely one of the most beautiful girls here, well, aside from watching Aubrey, as he had to keep a close eye on her. Anyone wanting to get with her had to go through James first since it was obvious he was going to stick up for her obviously in case any guys hit on her. Although, he was more concerned with actually being able to pick up a girl tonight.

Not that he was that type of guy but he had the costume on as he turned to look towards Natalie for a moment. Shooing Alaya away playfully as he was trying to hide his identity, but it obviously wasn't working at all. Even as he was the life of the party right now, but in all fairness he couldn't have two conversations at once. "Hello, loves, care for a bite to eat?" he said to Alaya teasingly. As he was only joking, but now he had to focus all thoughts onto Alaya for a moment, "Don't worry, Alaya, this party has yet to become boring, don't be bothered with the few party poopers stalking to their little corner as per usual. Aside from that, hope you're enjoying yourself," he said to her. Then he turned his attention to Natalia for a moment, taking in to consideration her rather 'revealing' considering the many different other costumes here. Maharet was in a rather revealing outfit herself and already putting her body over Tristen.

James wouldn't be complaining either way, but he had a different girl to look at for now. Considering he was about to get on to a different turn of events, he wasn't going to let his fears get the best of him. So, now as he nodded to Alaya, smirking in her direction, he turned to Natalia, and then wrapped an arm around her waist softly. "So tell me, are you an angel with the horns holding it up, or is there some other secret you're not telling me, and as for who I am...you'll find out later I'm sure," he whispered playfully to her as he looked into her eyes. Hearing music, he then asked her softly, "Wanna dance?" he mused lightly. No way was he going to remove his mask just yet, after all, it was the one thing that was covering his ass. Now his boastful ego had turned into a playful one at that, forgetting all about the rest of the people. Focusing only on Natalie Hamilton now, probably the way she wanted it.

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[lysander]

Demetrius immediately brought his hand up to his cheek, where Maharet had kissed him, and wiped it, out of reflex. It had nothing to do with her appearance, she was practically the best view in the room, but something about her irked him. He was obviously influenced by Natalia's opinion of the girl. If, for half of his relationship with Nat, she and Maharet hadn't spent most of their time making little snide comments to each other, Dem wouldn't be so sick of both of them. Of course, he was lenient towards Nat, because she had been his girlfriend, but sometimes he felt like he had been used as bait in their little fights. Natalia and Maharet were both so obsessed with beating the other that, if he didn't know any better, he'd swear they were in love....

Demetrius' little fantasy of his ex being in love with Maggie was quickly ended by James' voice bringing him back to reality. The Frankestein in the room was brought to Dem's attention now, but before he could ask who it was, Natalia made her presence be known. In less than ten seconds after he spotted her, her lips were on his cheek. For some reason she was working her hand between them, which made him very happy until he realized that her target had not been any part of his body, but his cup. As she walked away, he rolled her eyes and turned to his right, half-expecting Tris to be right next to him. But he wasn't. The he spotted him. He had Maharet's limbs wrapped around him and Dem was shot an 'sorry, can't help it' look from his best friend. Demetrius grinned, shook his head, then gave him the thumbs up.

What the hell was this? Halloween or Opposite Day? Tristen, he could understand. Hell, he might not like her much, but if he had Maggie all over him, he wouldn't fight it either. But then he saw Natalia standing behind Potter. He saw as the blond leaned forward and whispered something into James' ear. Dem was dumbstruck, something was definitely going on. His eyes looked away and grabbed himself one of Nat's Green Fairy and gulped some of it down. He wasn't planning on sharing it. He remembered Breanna was still around and he set out on a mission to find her, which didn't take long. "Breanna," his voice was low, his eyes pointedly ignored Natalia's direction."Care for a drink?"

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[tristen]

Tristen would only look away from Maharet in two instances, which would be for another girl or his broseph Dem. And, for a moment before he took Maggie's hand in his, he looked for both of those reasons. And not so surprisingly, Maharet was looking for one of those same reasons. Nat had walked in looking some kind of inviting in her little number. Dem certainly had taste in the girls her chose to date. Tristen would give his best mate that much, although he would never actually date a girl himself. His attention span always seemed to short. That, or he just appreciated a variety? Who knows.

Tristen's eyes traveled to Nat, then to Dem and back to Maharet. He wasn't unaware that there was something between Maggie and the other girl. Dem had told his stories. They probably personified underhanded catty girl enemies, every guys fantasy - or at least Tristen thought so. But, right now he had something tangible in front of him to entertain him, one girl - Maharet. And Dem, of course, approved of Tristen taking advantage of the willing situation that was this scantily clad girl. Thumbs up for the young buck.

The night was looking up. Nearly naked girl. Alcohol. Music that didn't require some sort of proper hold and space between the bodies. He only wished the same for Dem as Tristen found himself on the dance floor, Maggie's back pressed right against his front. His hips barely swayed, as was habit to most guys, to the music as his hands made Maggie's hips their new home. Yes, this was great except for the fact Tristen couldn't completely let loose.

You see, Maharet had barely any clothing on and all he had on was a pair of boxers. Her teasing as she grinded against him was more than just regular teasing! So, Tristen, instead of letting his mind roam around the possibilities of the night was just going to have to concentrate on controlling certain bodily functions. It didn't matter how much of a stud muffin he was, because this was not a normal daily situation! "Ms. Rosier, this is not proper prefect behavior," he teased in a low tone close to her ear. His hands were still firmly planted on her hips, as the simple threat of a masculine reaction to a feminine form was not going to deter him from having a good time.

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

As much fun as watching Natalia’s face get all red with anger whenever she did anything that involved Demetrius was, Maggie put that aside in favour of Tristen. He was too lovely to be put on the backburner tonight and she almost felt bad about having done it in the past. Besides Demterius didn’t seem like he was Natalia’s target for the night anyways. No, she seemed to be honed on the wolf-boy, Jimmy or whatever his name was. It didn’t matter. Tristen was showing off his assets, for all Maharet could have known the boy behind the wolf mask could have been hideous. She was playing it safe really and Tristen did deserve a bit of attention as well-fine salty goodness that he was.

His hands on her hips felt rather possessive, but she could also tell that Tristen was holding back. It amused her, though was also completely understandable. The gyrations of her body against his were very provocative and certain reactions were easy to come by under the circumstances. As that husky tone of his vibrated against her neck, Maharet smiled suggestively. Her behaviour could hardly be considered appropriate but luckily she had a mentality that counter-acted any worry that she otherwise might have had. Maggie reached behind her gripping the back of Tristen’s neck and turned her face so that their lips were almost touching. “Good thing I’m not a Prefect tonight.” Her tone dropped for a more sultry effect.

The fabric of Tristen’s boxers, the only thing besides her own tin fabric clothing, between them, was causing quite the friction. It could make a person question just which one of them was taking advantage of the other. Personally, although perhaps it was biased, Maharet thought that she was the one taking the advantage, but it was debatable. In which case, if Tristen was feeling superior, Maggie was more than happy to play a couple rounds of who’s the better seducer. In fact there was a good chance that behind that subtle tequila haze that she currently had, that she had already started to play. Maharet placed a ginger kiss on Tristen before turning her face away again, still keeping up that slow promiscuous rotation of her hips.

outfit;

[natalia]

Nat's big blue eyes looked over James' shoulder as the Gryffindor girl approached him. The music was way too loud for her to hear what words the other two had exchanged and when the wolf boy turned back to her, she slightly raised her eyebrow at him. It should be noted that by now Natalia had gulped down Demtrius' drink, so who could blame her if she couldn't put two and two together and figure out that if was James Potter under the mask. Poor Nat had no idea of what she was about to do and with who she was about to get involved with.

Once his arm went around her waist, she smirked and with her free hand, she pulled a passing boy to her, handing him the cup and dismissing him with her hands, letting him know she had no other use for him other than her own personal trash guy. Her attention was fully on the masked guy now, completely forgetting anyone else. Normally Natalia wouldn't be up for dancing with someone who wasn't willing to show their face, but there was something about him. He was confident and to Nat, confidence was sexy.

"I don't know," she spoke slowly, as if making up her mind. "Should I be afraid of you biting?" Her voice was sweet and soft, which was normal for her. People would think that she'd have a loud voice, seeing as everyone around her thought she was a complete bitch, but once this girl opened her mouth, it was like a siren call.

ahoy, sailor!

[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James was certain that Natalia was trying to get him to reveal his face, but that wouldn't happen until he was sure she was drunk enough to not even remember what he looked like. Debating whether or not to take the risk he noticed her drinking a lot more than her fair share as he smirked towards her. James wasn't going to reveal who he was, but if anything he wanted her more than anyone at this party for now. Potter usually did get what he wanted and he was planning on keeping this beautiful vixen to himself for the night. Greedy as that may sound, it was the ideal plan for him to bring out his wild side, but he really didn't need rumors started.

Sure, James liked being a bad boy at times, but this was a little ridiculous how easy she had walked up to him. Still curious if she even knew who he was or cared at all as his hands had slipped around her slim waist. Yes, she was indeed gorgeous and James was already pressing up against her, but he couldn't really get too close with his wolf mask in the way. Cursing how hot it was in the damn thing, he eventually used one hand to free the mask from his head to let his golden locks settle in place. Keeping Natalia in place as he tossed the mask aside reveling in his full glory of who he was, and now here this girl was in the presence of James Potter.

James thought she have known better than to trust him, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from having his fun. Starting to eventually look at her form from where he was, thinking about how he could have avoided disaster from falling, even as the music was already starting. It only had a few more minutes before this song was over as he then held her close to him. Starting to sway with her slowly as the music seemed to at least pick the right beat as he then spoke to her, "Sorry if I wasn't who you were looking for, but you still owe me a dance," he responded to her, although he'd let her go if she wasn't comfortable being there with him.

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