Let Loose [SECRET STUDENT PARTY]

[JACK ADELINDE]

"Oh. This is gonna be so effing sweet." Jack grinned as he moved about the dungeon putting the 'final touches' on all of the decorations for the evening's events. "How did Gerald even think about all of this stuff? Signs, invitations, bloody streamers!" Jack moved from item to item as her referenced them, significantly more jazzed with each passing one that he listed. "Who even thinks to include streamers? Gerald does - that's who." He turned and boldly pointed at Ramona, a fellow Hufflepuff student with bright blonde hair who was currently perched on a stone ledge that normally held books that classes weren't currently utilizing. In fact, Ramona had her nose buried in one of these pieces of literature at the current moment.

"These are horrendously outdated." The blonde sixteen year old girl noted with a bit of a wistful sigh. "They still refer to necromancy as gramarye. Archaic." Though her words hinted at annoyance, she simply shrugged her shoulders, licked her index finger, and turned to the next page continuing her read. "Though I suppose some would think the act itself is horribly archaic as well so perhaps that's fitting. I personally find the notion incredibly intriguing. Don't you?" She knew Jack very well, he was her housemate and just a year older plus he was friendly. While other classmates from different houses may make fun of her and her ideas, Jack was always open (though maybe confused) and often greeted her with a big smile. Refreshing really.

"Streamers, Monerz. Streamers!" Jack smiled holding up one of the red paper ribbons as if he absolutely couldn't believe how amazing a simple strand of paper was even though they lived in a world with magic. "So effing neat." The Hufflepuff boy was practically giddy and bounced a bit doing a little twirl and giggling again. It was the small things after all and he was very much like his uncle RIVER ADELINDE in that regard.

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Tee hated being early. Almost as much as he hated being late. He scampered through the halls, determined to bridge the unreasonable gap between the two. He didn’t quite know what to expect from the hush-hush affair. He had been to his fair share of parties - across houses, meeting all manner of people, for better and worse. But this particular event gave him the notion that it would run with familiar faces. He was exhausted. And meeting new people was only good for taxing him even further. There was a time and place.

He made his entrance just as Jack was proclaiming streamers to essentially be the greatest invention to ever grace the planet, and Ramona sharing her rather airy disdain regarding the semantics of necromancy. That was fitting. “Jack! Ramona!” Relief. Familiar faces. Well, maybe for Jack. He still wasn’t sure Ramona knew who he was. Or cared. Or both. It was part of her charm, he assumed. He shot them both finger guns and scanned the vicinity. “Looks like we’re about ready to roll. Anything you need help with?” He strode up to Jack, trying to determine if there were some sort of magical quality to the streamers that had him so enthralled. But he should’ve known - that’s just Jack.

He lowered his voice to a hushed whisper, unsure as to why. Ramona wouldn’t have cared. “I think Gwen is gonna be here tonight, mate.” He tried to hide the giddiness in his voice. Fearful giddiness. “I’m gonna’ go for it.” He put his hands on his hips, and stood confidently, chest puffed outward, completely belying how he actually felt. It took every ounce of strength to prevent his knees from knocking together.

[JACK ADELINDE]

"Monerz, look! Look! Look, Monerz!" Despite the fact that he had a year on the poor girl he was trying to garner attention like he was a child. A look he didn't get, even as he somehow managed to get himself tangled in the paper streamers that for some reason didn't break or tear (had one of the Weasley-Granger kids managed to enchant one of these?). What he *did* get however was her lifting up a thumbs up without her piercing gaze ever once leaving the old textbook she was pouring over, which was enough of a victory for him. Frankly, and as usual, he was thrilled.

The bustle at the doorway had his attention diverting itself from the blonde-haired girl to their fellow Hufflepuff. "Tee!" His smile grew even though his poor body was twisted into an awkward position by the décor. "You made it! Epic!" All at once the streamers dropped him to the ground and he popped right back up dusting himself off then approaching the other boy. "Leave it to the Puffs to be the timeliest." He boasted but to who he wasn't sure. The other houses tended to make fun of them for being responsible, fiscal, conscience, kind aka BORING. Humph. What did they know? Puffs for life!

Leave it to Teegan to save the day (or was he going to make it worse?) and make things a little more exciting with the news of his lady love. "Nah - I think we're all good here, gonna be the rager of the year, the stuff of Hogwarts legend right up there with the Weasley twins, you know? But Gwen? Seriously dude? That's awesome. Really, just great. You're gonna knock her socks off. Tonight is the night. I just know it." He draped his arm around his classmate giving him a friendly jostle. "It's gonna be magic and we're only in the most magical place on earth... Right, Monerz?" Once again, without looking up she gave him another thumbs up which had Jack beaming looking back at Teegan encouragingly. "See? She agrees."

"Gwen did break up with Jeremiah Flint over summer break." Ramona chimed up, still not looking up from the text, idly turning another page. "So Tee stands a better chance than he did last year when he tried. Furthermore, he barely said anything to her on the train so if he manages to make words this time it'll drastically increase his chances this time around..." She snapped the book shut and turned to face them with a little smile, crossing her legs. "Or so I imagine..."