With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
Post by AIDEN VALENTINO on Oct 10, 2019 5:42:07 GMT
Not nearly as hedonistic as most of his classmates, Aiden rarely indulged in the parties that Matheus was notorious for throwing. He'd heard that most of them ended in the Gryffindor student's dorm room, regardless of whether or not the other people were actually Gryffindor students. There was a charm to the easy-going Brazilian that Aiden could stomach and this his sixteenth year of life the Italian bred young stallion decided he'd join the party instead of waiting to bust whomever was staggering out afterwards. Especially if they were Slytherin and inebriated - Aiden loved catching those students in 'the act'.
Quietly the casually dressed (granted in expensive Italian fashion) Ravenclaw slipped into the Room of Requirement and let his ocean eyes skip over all of the current attendees. A veritable fuckload of snakes. Why didn't they just hold this party down in the dungeon? Wasn't that where sexual deviants usually undertook their business? Aiden strode confidently over to the drinks table and produced a delicious red wine which he promptly poured into a glass and joined the circle. Apprehensively, the young man moved forward to spin the bottle. How keen was he to kiss anyone present? Err.. maybe the sixth year should just... leave. But his sister, after finishing her bloody dinner, would be joining the circle so he couldn't leave until she came.
TAG: erm no one at the moment [Aiden spun the bottle]
Please note that these kisses do not need to happen in that order.
You have until Thursday 17th 6pm GMT+10 to post the kisses and if your character spun again, then Round 2's list will be posted. Newcomers are more than welcome to join for Round 2. If everyone posts their kisses before the time listed, then we will start Round 2 earlier than expected. Thanks!
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Oct 11, 2019 5:22:14 GMT
People were arriving and as they stepped into the room, Matheus made sure to shoot them all a grin and lift his cup of punch in their direction like the awesome host he was. Hopefully, at some point that evening, he'd be doing more than just being polite however. That was the whole point of spin the bottle, wasn't it? Kissing, and Matheus fully intended on giving each of his kissee's (yes, that totally was a word and he intended on trademarking it at a later date) the snog of their life.
When Zoë, a girl who loved the ladies almost as much as Matheus did, came over and declared that they were cheering Rodrik up, Matheus shot the younger boy a cheeky wink. "My specialty," he said, but then Rodrik declared a minute later that he didn't need cheering up and Matheus shrugged in reply. He'd just have to miss out on his seeing the very jolly image of Matheus' sweet, sweet abs later after he downed more cups of punch and lost his shirt. It was an image that Matheus was sure would put a smile on anyone's face but oh well, that was Rodrik's loss.
Willy came waltzing in a minute later, flirting with him. "I've been trying to give you a decent snog for years and all you've done is wagged your tail at me," he said before chuckling because yeah, he was a hoot and a half. The funniest Delgado he knew, you just had to ask his little brother. Although Nico would probably disagree and say it was Izobel just on principle, the prat.
The weight of a arm on his shoulder and minute later had Matheus glancing up into the bright blue eyes of Arthur and letting out a loud laugh as he was threatened not to slip a tongue to Gracie or face the doom of bulbadox powder. "Yeah, yeah. She's off limits, got it. What if she slips me the tongue though?" he said innocently. He knew Grace would never but sometimes it was fun to fire Arthur up. He was hot when he was angry. "Or, better idea, what if I slip you the tongue?"
As Matheus spun the bottle, making a show of flexing his great big finger muscles, he watched with keen eyes as it spun, and spun, and spun until landing on... Isobel. "Not the first time we've done this, hey Isobel? You ready for my great big..." He paused, letting her imagination run wild, he was sure, before he ended with, "... snog?" With that said, he shot her a cheeky grin before moving towards where she sat. Tangling his fingers into her auburn locks, Matheus' lips descended on hers eagerly, giving her a few seconds before his tongue licked at the inseam of her soft lips and into her mouth. A moment later, he was drawing away with a wink. Nice one.
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Oct 11, 2019 23:20:37 GMT
The other side of Grace's beanbag sunk suddenly with the weight of someone else and a quick glance told her that it was Viktoriya. Okay, so one of her closest friends was here. That was good and Grace's shoulders sunk minutely in relief. If Grace decided to run away with her tail between her legs after her spin then Vik would have her back. But Viktoriya's words had Grace sitting there, absolutely bewildered because… "What's… swinging?"
The arrival of Rodrik moments later had a small smile on her face because okay, that was two people who'd have her back if… if it all went sour. But then again… if she went through with this, then that was two people she considered to be friends that would be there for her first kiss. Oh Merlin's beard. "H-hey," she said softly, trying to ignore the tremble that creeped it's way into her voice. .
Will your brother be joining us? The familiar voice had Grace's head jerking up so fast that it made her neck crack because she hadn't even considered that. Gosh, she hoped not. Kissing someone for the first time in front of friends was nerve wracking but in front of her brother? Who could tell her parents? Who would never let her live it down? It made her want to shake like a leaf and then it happened. Arthur actually walked into the room. "Oh no," she muttered, hands flying up to cover her face before she glanced at both Vik and Rodrik. "What if Willy's right? Oh Merlin, what if Arthur does punch someone?"
Grace was one step away from gathering her things and leaving the room entirely when the game started and… it was rude to run out in the middle of something. More out of obligation than anything, Grace's bottom stayed planted firmly on the ground as she started nibbling at her bottom lip once more, her fingers curled tensely into the soft skin of her thighs. Gosh, what if she had someone not so nice land on her like… like Wolfgang or Willy or… but then the bottle neck had landed on her and she glanced up, swallowing hard.
Aiden. It was… Aiden had landed on her. The boy she'd… made a fool of herself in front of time and time again. The boy who made her feel like she was going to burst alight from the heat spreading like wildfire inside of her every time she was merely in his presence. The boy who had held her hand and given her the gift of courage from his touch. Grace's heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was fit to explode as she stared into his ocean eyes, frozen on the spot as she waited for him to do something.
The room was filling up quickly. Wolfgang wasn't surprised upon seeing most of the attendees -- they were the same crowd that threw sophisticated parties in old classrooms at least once a week. There was Vinda Selwyn, even more polished and uptight than Wolfgang and Isobel combined, not that he ever would say that out loud. In fact, it would be social suicide to do that after she spared one of her rare compliments for Wolfgang. He simply raised his glass and said "Likewise."
Her +1 though, Adrian, he looked out of place both at the party and next to Vinda. He wasn't looking at her, not at all like Wolfgang did when Isobel approached him. Perhaps a good snog would help?
And speak of the devil. A few minutes later, Isobel, the one and only, arrived, immediately going for the bottle of vodka he'd brought, mixing up a concoction for herself. Once she'd joined him on the couch, he wrapped one arm around her waist and, despite the fiendish smirk on his face, he pressed a soft kiss on her cheek.
"How's my choice of drink?" he asked, motioning at the bottle of strawberry vodka on the table.
But before the conversation could continue, the door opened and none other than Grace Longbottom arrived. Wolfgang choked on his drink, and the boy could feel all color drain from his face. What the hell was she doing here? I'm not kissing her, no-- Oh, her brother is here too? And so is Valentino? I'm...Fucked.
But salvation wasn't far away, as Rodrik Belanger was towed in by the hand of the rather fiery little lesbian whose name Wolfgang didn't bother to remember -- after all, what was the point if she was off limits? Belanger didn't look too keen on being here, though, but considering the encounter he and Isobel had had with him a few days ago...
"Rodrik," he began, "don't exclude yourself from the fun, my..." his smirk grew even wider, "Friend." You'd do good by being under me tonight, if things go awry.
Soon enough the kissing began. His spin landed on a blonde that he didn't quite recognize -- was she even old enough to be here? He trusted, that Matheus hadn't brought any children here. Her face reminded her of someone else -- a half-veela a year above him. A family resemblance? Then again, it didn't really matter now, did it?
He got up from the couch, leaving his drink on a small table next to it and walked over to the girl, who'd perched down next to Matheus. Brilliant.
First, the Ravenclaw reached for her hand and kissed the back of it in his usual courteous manner. "I don't think I've had the pleasure to meet you yet. Wolfgang." Then, his hand went up to the girl's chin, gently turning it so that Isobeleveryone could get a good view. And only then he kissed her. It was short and sweet, no strings attached. They had an entire evening to spend, and he'd have time to get deeper.
Matheus, who's spin had landed on Isobel, had a different opinion. They'd considered a threesome before, but, in truth, that had been a joke. But now that he had front view tickets to both of them making out, Wolfgang reconsidered. Perhaps he should take up Isobel's offer after all?
He didn't have to wait long 'till the bottle landed on him. He was the victim of the enigma of the entire year, if not the entire school. A person surrounded in a shroud of mystery. Wolfgang was looking forward to this kiss.
For the first time in a long time Aiden looked up and found Grace’s eyes lock onto his own. His mind told him that he should be taken aback - or or something - but instead the turn of events simply made Aiden smile. Jesú, what is happening to you, Aiden? Smiling like ... like he was some kind of Mavican pre-Casey.
Ignoring the death glare that was coming from a certain blonde big brother in the corner - has Arthur met Alana? - Aiden moved across the floor slowly towards Grace. He took her hand gently in his own and dipped his head a little. ”Forza, Grace,” he gave her hand a little squeeze - he was telling her to have courage, softly, before he brought his lips within a hair’s distance to her supple, softly-spoken lips. He was pausing for that tiny moment to allow her time to back out, but if she didn’t he’d close that gap that his breath crossed. He’d pull her closer into him with a strong hand cupped behind her head, just above where her Grandmother’s necklace was clasped behind her. He’d kiss her for as long as she didn’t pull back.
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Oct 12, 2019 5:29:01 GMT
In the midst of staring at Aiden, Grace had completely forgotten about the other occupants in the room. They didn't matter, not at this moment. Instead, her eyes remained on Aiden, breath catching in her throat as the Italian boy moved closer towards her. His hand was large and warm, just like the last time she'd held it and he whispered... something in Italian that she didn't understand in the slightest but still sent a shiver up her spine nonetheless, like him talking Italian always did. It was just so... and then he was moving closer, his lips mere inches from hers, and after a moment's pause, they were on her own and it was... perfect.
As Grace kissed Aiden back, her lips were unpracticed, not confident at all that she was doing the right thing, but... it was nice. Kissing was nice and even more so because of the person on the other end, guiding her with a firm hand on the back of her head, the cool metal from the rings decorating his fingers biting into her skin. But after a moment longer, Grace moved back to breathe, her eyes gazing up at him. "That was... that was... the loveliest... erm... kiss - well... first kiss I've ever had," she murmured, a tinge of pink staining her cheeks and travelling it's way down her body because what a silly thing to say after... Merlin's beard. She just hoped that nobody had heard her, Aiden included.
Grace's turn to spin the bottle came up next and she steadily avoided the gaze of her brother who seemed too preoccupied with staring daggers at Aiden instead. She really did hope that he didn't wind up punching him. It would be a terrible way to end the night. Taking a sip of the punch she'd grabbed before, Grace nearly choked as the bottle spun, and spun, until finally... it landed on Zoë. Zoë who intimidated the pants off her. Zoë who, she had on good authority, took girls into closets and did... all kind of things with them. The flush that had spread across Grace's entire body by now didn't fade in the slightest as hesitantly, she walked over to where Zoë sat. "Um... right. Okay. I..." she started, words bumbling before she decided she just needed to... to do this, no matter how nervous she was over kissing Zoë...
Kneeling in front of the Gryffindor girl, entire body thrumming with nerves once more, Grace reached up to tuck the soft strands of Zoë's hair behind her ear. "You... your hair is really... really soft," she said dumbly, before she was leaning up and placing a kiss on Zoë's lips, as soft as a cloud. She just hoped she didn't make too big a fool of herself as she moved her mouth against Zoë's, her hand resting against the girl's knee after a moment.
Smiling might be pushing it too far. The words took Vinda off guard and she blinked at Adrian because... was that meant to be a joke? His sense of humour was just like hers - non-existent. There were very few people that Vinda found humorous or was relaxed enough around to make jokes to. "Yes, well. Isn't smiling one of the pre-requisites to become a Hufflepuff?" she murmured in response. It was her attempt at lightening the the mood and an abysmal one at that.
When Wolfgang raised his glass in Vinda's direction, paying her a small compliment of likewise, she gave a curt nod. But then Isobel came by and all of a sudden, they were getting loved up. "Are you two together now? I must say, Isobel, I was doubtful of your taste in men at first but... you've surprised me." Despite her small attempt at chatter, she couldn't help but think... did she and Adrian have to put on such a show to convince the masses that they were falling happily in love? The thumb that rested on Adrian's knee circled because that was a loving gesture, right? Everyone wanted to be comforted by a... circle being drawn on their knee.
As it turned out, Vinda's hand didn't remain on Adrian's knee for long because in a blink of an eye, he was standing and announcing he was going to get beer. Beer. It was the poor man's drink, one that old fat men filled their bulging-over-their-belts stomachs with. "No, I've already eaten," she said, ignoring the telling grumble her stomach gave because it was stupid. She wasn't about to listen to it be greedy when she'd already consumed quite a few things today. Besides, the table full of snacks looked laden-full of fat and calories.
When Willy made his entry, all flairs and dramatics as per usual, Vinda couldn't say she was shocked. All the jabs she made at him being well-acquainted to being on his knees... well, there was truth behind her words. He was opposite to her in that regard. He would sleep with every witch and wizard who caught his fancy, and she had never even shared a kiss with somebody let alone knelt for them Let's get snogging, he said, and something prickled at Vinda's stomach. Right. Not her though. Turning to Adrian who had since returned with his beer in hand, she spoke quietly just for his ears, "Perhaps... we can, later. In private, of course. It wouldn't do to have lipstick all over your mouth."
As it turned out, not participating in the game turned out to be a blessing as Arthur Longbottom in all his... well, glory was being far too kind... in all of his Longbottomness came rushing in like a bull in a china shop, speaking so loudly that it hurt her ears and asking the most mundane of questions. "Do you think that it's hard to operate on two brain cells?" she asked, voice turning to ice. She wiggled closer to Adrian until her thigh was touching his before giving him a pointed look that screamed 'put your arm over my shoulder right now.'
a charming young woman... ...capable of being terrible
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Post by LYUBOV KAREVA on Oct 13, 2019 17:30:26 GMT
As the bottle spun, one person after another, Lyuba scanned the circle to see whose might land on her. She recognized more than a few faces--Mat, of course; one of the Hufflepuff prefects from her year; one short girl who was a Gryffindor in the year ahead of her; several Quidditch players; and--her friend Rodrik, who looked so miserable that she thought he would Apparate out of the room at any moment if it was possible for him to do it. She grimaced, wondering if she should go talk to him, though that might make things worse--she didn't know.
She had to stop thinking about it when someone's spin landed on her, and she looked up to see a rather well-dressed Ravenclaw boy walking over and reaching for her hand. Her eyebrows came together in confusion--who did that when this was definitely a party for proper snogging? "I'm Lyuba," she answered back, hesitantly, before he finally reached for her chin and pulled her in. The kiss was sweet, for sure, though Lyuba felt as if he wasn't entirely focused on her, with how short it was. Not that she could expect everyone to want a whole makeout...
Although when she spun, her bottle definitely landed on someone she could expect that with. She grinned at Mat, one eyebrow raising playfully. She didn't even have to get up to kiss him, just scoot over a little, and she reached for the back of his neck, her fingers brushing the curls on his head. Tugging him closer, she leaned in, crashing their lips together in a real snog this time.
Emilian watched the other students exchanged kisses. Some were cute, some were sexy, and a few were awkward. However, Mili decided that everyone was beautiful and doing a great job. Part of the Ravenclaw was curious about the tension between some students but they knew it wasn’t their business, so they respected everyone’s privacy.
When their turn came, the bottle ended on a Ravenclaw boy of their year. Kallenbanch was alright in their book. Emilian got up and walked over. It almost looked like they were floating. Their footsteps were very silent not that it mattered because even an elephant could walk in this room and nobody would notice.
The brunette knelt till they reached the other Ravenclaw’s level. A hand traced up and moved gently over the boy’s cheek and chin. Mysterious brown eyes studied Wolfgang’s features. A strong neck with a good chin line, bold eyebrows and thick dark hair. A thumb ghosted over those sweet lips. Very beautiful. He looked like the kind of man that could easily break a lady’s heart. Good thing Emilian was no lady.
Their hand cupped the boy’s cheek. “The spirits have decided our paths would cross tonight,” they said. Perhaps after tonight a friendship would bloom but he wouldn’t push it. As Emilian closed their eyes, they leaned in. The kiss was sweet and tender, almost elegant and graceful. There was no use in going full out in round one. WOLFGANG KALLENBACH,
Post by ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on Oct 15, 2019 4:37:10 GMT
”It’d better be a very chaste tongue-slip,” Arthur replied easily, his smile caught somewhere between wanting to be a good boy in front of his baby sister annnnnnnd flirt with the Brazilian Beefcake because it was fun. ”Anything more can wait until we’re back in the dorm with no ‘Puffs -“read: little sisters, ”allowed. Maybe find something more pleasant than powder under your sheets if you behave.”
Asking Matheus to behave was like asking for snow in the Sahara. Arthur dug it.
Unperturbed by the fact that the weirdo Emilian was apparently deaf and decided instead to focus wholly on the game instead of Arthur’s awkward attempt at conversation.... Arthur paid more attention to what was going on in the game itself.
Arthur’s turn landed on... Saint Junaid. Devilishly Handsome and ... a fifth year? We’re they even old enough for this game? Arthur knew that the young man was a stickler for the rules and was the best person for a prefect badge in this whole school - other than Gracie, of course. Speaking of Merlin Almighty Arthur counted at least three prefects present. Good thing he was already on his best behaviour because of his sweet, innocent baby sister that he tried very hard to innocently smile at. The smile screamed this is my first time here I SWEAR.
Aiden made his way over to the angelic Hufflepuff and if Arthur could kill with looks Aiden would have died. That ... that... Italian put his spaghetti-sucking lips up to Grace’s and every blonde hair on Arthur’s body stood on end like a dog with its hackles. His face was almost as red as his Gryffindor robes back in the tower. After what felt like a lifetime and a half Arthur let out the breath he’d been holding as Grace backed away from Aiden. DID HE FORCE MORE KISS FROM HER THAN SHE WANTED ?!!?? That ... that... DICK!
A moment later Grace was moving towards Zoë to kiss and Arthur unclenched the fists in his lap because ... girls ... girls weren’t dicks. This was ok. Stop looking now please, Arthur.
His own spin had landed on Junaid. It was time to get this kiss done. Chaste kissing. Merlin fudge it. Arthur gave Junaid a lopsided half-grin as he walked over to the boy in the circle and put his hands on Junaid’s shoulders. ”You realise that once we kiss you can’t send me to detention anymore, right?” he said cheekily and quickly dipped his lips down to Junaid’s to seal the deal.
Yes, Arthur’s kisses were so magical they’re practically get-out-of-Azkaban-free cards.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Oct 15, 2019 13:39:35 GMT
"Well I could wag something else at you Matty but I don’t think you could handle that level of teasing," there may have been a little bit of hip wiggle and alluring brow movements. Willy knew it was sexy because he was sex on a stick. His attentions turned to the Hufflepuff who’d shown she had a backbone behind that delicious backside and the little Devil that snuggled up on Willy’s shoulder whispered gleefully as he noticed just how uncomfortable his comment made her. Yes, little badger, squirm. Imagine how that would feel on your lap... without clothes.
”Merlin, so formal Wolfgang. Does your dick have a bow tie on it too?” he asked as his eyes accidentally rolled over to see the sixth year kiss the back of some poor girl’s hand before finally getting to the good stuff. He saw a similarly boring exchange of kisses between Grace and Aiden... Arthur and Junaid.. Merlin the only one that put on a good show was Matheus and Isobel. Hell yeah. Then Lyubov or however you say it - maybe she was really good at mouth things just trying to wrap her tongue around her own name?
Alright, it was Willy’s time to shine now as his bottle spun and landed on Emilian. Previously the young person had glided over to bow-tie-dicked Wolfgang for a smooch and the obnoxiously competitive streak was stoked until the flame burnt through his entire body.
Roo feels bad for poor Mili.
William couldn’t wait to get his hands onto Mili and the moment he was in front of the slender Ravenclaw he gave him the what’s up tilt of the jaw. ”Safety word is.. dolphin Mmmk?” he gave the other student his most alluring grin as he put his hand on the lower end of Mili’s torso and slowly slid it up just right of centre, circling over the chest area until he made it to the clavical and Willy used his fingers to move aside Mili’s clothing enough that he could place some kisses starting from the furthest point from the neck and running onwards, nipping that delicate part where the neck joined the shoulder. Then he ran an expert tongue up Mili’s neck and finally backed up just enough to connect their lips.
Willy’s lip work was intense, but his hands were where he stole the show. They were very exploratory. He was running one hand down Mili’s shoulder and the other found their hip for a moment before he began to creep back towards their backside.
Post by ALANA VALENTINO on Oct 15, 2019 16:09:24 GMT
The things Alana did for her twin. Honestly. The vampire pulled on her girlfriend’s leather jacket over a tight red dress (damn she looked good in red - she found it sexier now that she lived for blood) and she had slunk into the Room of Requirement just in time to watch her brother kiss... air? Dear Dio, why was he kissing noth- yes, you’re reading right. Grace is see-through. Alana’s perfectly plucked right brow raised at her brother’s crazy actions (they were strangely reminiscent of earlier, prepubescent moments in before they moved to seperate rooms) and when the vampire came across the jar of billywig stings on the table she understood. Aiden was clearly high as a kite.
The Ravenclaw in Alana was curious to see what effect billywigs would have on a vampire - if any at all. So she took a dainty fistful of the stings and delicately took a seat in the very small circle. Whilst everyone took their turn with their saliva swapping, Alana pulled out one billywig and pierced its body with one of her sharp vampire fangs. The juice was nasty but she swallowed quickly and stole Aiden’s wine to wash her mouth free before he came back to the circle. ”You’re almost seventeen Aiden, could you please make out with someone other than yourself?” she asked him in a whisper.
Before she spun the bottle herself, she pierced another billywig sting. There was a smile beginning to play on her features. Heeehee.
So it would be Grace first. Nice. Zoë thought the prefect girl was sweet and pretty but so very uptight, and though she hadn't expected her to be in attendance at a party like this, she was happy to see her having a bit of fun. It seemed impossible to imagine spending your entire teen years without playing spin the bottle even once. She grinned mischievously as Grace knelt in front of her, already reaching for her hair and calling it soft. "Likewise," Zoë said, tangling her own fingers into the hair on the side of Grace's head as she leaned right into the kiss. She was gentle at first, but, finding that boring, scraped her teeth lightly on Grace's lower lip, pulling it into her mouth and sucking before letting her go with a loud noise. "And that's how you kiss a girl proper," she said, glancing over at Aiden, Grace's previous kiss, and grinning once more.
Before she spun for her turn, she plucked one of the billywig stings from Willy's jar, breaking it in her teeth and swallowing the substance. That should make everything even more enjoyable--though while she appreciated his contribution to the party, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to kiss the Slytherin boy.
Mostly because she'd never kissed a boy in her life.
To her delight, Zoë's bottle landed on yet another overachiever who she never saw at parties, and she was happy to take the chance to provide Viktoriya just as good of a kiss as she'd done with Grace. Walking over with a certain drunk swagger in her step, she took the Ravenclaw's jaw in both her hands, kissing her hard and letting her tongue swipe over her lips.
Post by VIKTORIYA BACHOVA on Oct 15, 2019 18:11:33 GMT
Vik chuckled a bit as her friend asked her what swinging was, " We can probably talk about it later, " She wasn't exactly some swinging expert, but she definitely knew what it was. The girl read... a lot. She looked over at the bottle spun, spun, spun. Everyone's kisses seemed so... Over the top. Not just over the top but very... Horny teen style. She supposed she should have expected that but... damn.
She watched as a bottle landed on her. Zoë. Huh. She gave a small wave as the girl came on incredibly strong, making the girl almost wince a bit as she cradled her chin. Well, okay. She stiffened a bit at first, but eventually she kissed back... It wasn't that it was strange kissing a girl. She could've cared less on that front, but to be honest, the drunk tongue action wasn't really her thing.
Once it ended, she gave a small smile to the drunk red head before taking her turn. The bottle landed on Willy. She didn't know him very well, but she figured that wasn't exactly the point. She stood, walking over to the boy as she put both her hands as the sides of his neck as she rested her thumbs at his jawline. Her kisses weren't sloppy, but rather elegant and mindful. She read the movements, moving in sync for a few moments before slowly pulling away. She smiled a bit, choosing not to say much but rather find her place back by her friends.
She wanted to try this, and so far she felt... Mixed feelings for someone who preferred the fireworks and dazzle with a passionate and romantic kiss like in the books she loved.
The other side of Grace's beanbag sunk suddenly with the weight of someone else and a quick glance told her that it was Viktoriya. Okay, so one of her closest friends was here. That was good and Grace's shoulders sunk minutely in relief. If Grace decided to run away with her tail between her legs after her spin then Vik would have her back. But Viktoriya's words had Grace sitting there, absolutely bewildered because… "What's… swinging?" 
