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!
He'd made a clumsy fool out of himself by spilling his drink right over his crotch. If that area of his body decided to be active, everyone would know immediately. Fuck. Then again, if he'd pee himself, nobody would know. So, there was a bright side to this, right?
There really wasn't, no.
Wide eyed, he watched Lyuba approach. Would she actually kiss him? After she'd firmly told him that she didn't do feelings, and that Rodrik had gotten his hopes up too much, and that she'd rather be friends than anything more or less. Would she kiss him?
She took out her wand and Rodrik's eyes went wide. She had a habit of setting things on fire... Was this so undesirable to her that she'd try to turn him to ash and dust? He stared at the wooden stick that was being pointed at his groin and his brain was screaming in panic--
"Are you going to make a eunuch out of me?" he stammered out, going almost cross-eyed when the wand came too close for comfort.
All he felt was a warm sensation as his pants became dry. If it was physically possible for him to go any redder, he would.
"Oh, thanks, thanks for that." he muttered, hanging his head down in shame. Perhaps it would have been better if she would have set him on fire?
Zoë snorted at Arthur, raising a middle finger and grinning as she went back to her seat on the arm of the couch next to Rodrik. "What, you think I bite? I mean, I do, but I think she liked it." She sent a smirk in Grace's direction, leaning back against the back of the couch, taking another swig of her drink. It looked like she would need it, what with whatever was going on between Rodrik and Lyuba, a topic she'd been hearing about for the last couple months as the drama unfolded. A shame for him, really, 'cause she was gorgeous, but maybe Zoë would be able to convince him to spin again and get at least one more kiss, for a distraction.
"Hold this, it's my turn again," she said, pushing her cup into Rodrik's hand, "and maybe drink some, you look like you've seen every ghost in the castle all at once." With that, she turned to the bottle, spinning it with a flourish.
She should, she thought too late, have charmed it to only land on the ladies, as it was a point of pride for her that she'd never kissed a boy, because ugh, gross, but there it was, unmistakably pointing at Mat. "Alright. First time for everything," Zoë said, shrugging, as she hopped to her feet. Frustratingly, the seventh-year was way, way taller than her, and she willed him to stay sitting down so he wouldn't make her feel all tiny and awful. She reached for his face, which was too rough for her liking, but she was drunk enough to force herself to ignore it. "Make it good, or I'll threaten you like I did Rodrik," she growled, before leaning in.
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Post by EMIL ZALEWSKI on Oct 23, 2019 0:36:35 GMT
So Alana would be his first kiss.
Emil's spin had landed on the girl from his own House who, to his knowledge, was the only vampire in the school. Now he was really going to get it, not just from the Headmistress if she'd found out he was going to a party during his patrols, but from his parents if they found out he was snogging vampires in his spare time. Even if he were to tell them it was once and it was for spin the bottle--well, he simply hoped that if they ever heard the story, it would be long after his graduation.
He cast her a nervous look as he started to get up, wondering if she would do as Wolfgang (and oh, what if it had landed on Wolfgang?) had done and reject him altogether. She was rather purist, that Emil knew after sharing classes and a House with her, not to mention prefect duties with her twin. He was acutely aware that he was a Muggleborn who didn't have the money to dress half that nice. Would it be better for her to turn him away, to give him the chance at someone else, or would it hurt, to know she didn't think him any good? He felt like he wouldn't know until it happened.
Taking a deep breath, he reached Alana, his eyes trailing up from her shoes to her face. Here went nothing. He'd done braver things before, so it couldn't be so bad. Leaning in, he closed his eyes and hoped to land perfectly on her lips.
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Post by LYUBOV KAREVA on Oct 23, 2019 4:26:08 GMT
It... worked perfectly?
It worked perfectly!
Lyuba didn't really have much time to deliberate on the fact that she hadn't screwed up a spell, but she took the time anyway. As far as she could tell, Rodrik was all in one piece and so was all of his clothing, with just a bit of steam from the cleaning spell. On one hand, something had actually happened when she cast the spell, and on the other--no fire. It wasn't really how she'd expected to spend her time at the party, but she took her victories when she could.
"Alright. That should be good now." Slipping her wand back into her pocket, Lyuba next had to face what she was supposed to come over to Rodrik for: kissing. If he hadn't confessed his feelings, she wouldn't have felt awkward about it for a second; she'd kiss him just like she did with any other friend who needed a benefit or two, but now--it seemed like a bad idea. Like it would bring up things that would ruin the happy mood of the party. Although, she reflected, there had been a few strange behaviors from some people, and it hadn't tanked the mood completely, but still--she cared about her friend's mood. If he still wanted to be friends--which she hoped.
She leaned down then, putting her hands on his shoulders and giving him a smooch on the top of the head, ruffling his hair as she let go. It was a kiss! It counted! "And there's the kiss!" she said proudly, before going back to her own spot.
Post by WILLIAM WAGTAIL on Oct 23, 2019 16:20:33 GMT
That soft sound of pleasure escaping Emilian from the attention that William paid their body was a sweet delight to hear. The kinky little goth responded very well indeed and Willy grinned into their kiss as Mili made their way into his lap. Now grind, Willy mentally urged his little lover on but alas the pair were not telepathically connected and the steamy embrace ended with a note written on Willy’s palm and a knowing wink because yasss, queen. Willy looked forward to some more of this action.
Adjusting himself - the carefully coiffed hair, you dirty bastards - Willy made a triumphant return to his spot in the circle, keen to find out who next he’d get an invite to bed. There was some drama between the birds - when wasn’t there? Squawkers the lot of them - and the snake busied himself with ingesting another billywig as he looked over to Vinda making googly eyes at Adrian outside the circle. ”C’mon V, you know you want an excuse to snog me,” he said with a cheeky smile and a hand outstretched, a finger curling towards him as he dared his favourite snake to join the saliva-swapping. ”I bet Adrian will love a good show. Puffs are kinky like that, aren’t ya?”
Just then the boy with a bow tie on his little head was standing before him and Willy’s grin was nothing short of devilish. What a perfect height for Willy to check....”Oh here I thought you wanted a different kinda kiss, Wolfgang,” Willy said with a lascivious grin as he complied with the request to stand. Instantly the younger student turned up the heat - Willy was breathless and rather impressed as his back hit the wall and Wolfgang got to work. ”Here, I’ll just find out for myself,” Willy replied raspily, his hands making quick work of trying to find that bow tie.
It was only fair. Tit for tat - Wolfgang’s hands went up it’s only natural that Willy’s would go... down.
After receiving his second marking of the night, Willy again readjusted himself and returned to the circle. ”I would like to confirm for everyone - I know you’re all dying to know - there was no bow tie,” he delivered this piece of information as respectfully as any Public Service Announcement would be as he took his turn to spin the bottle next.
Grace.
Merlin, Morgana and Mordred he had been having such a good time. Willy’s eyes rolled over to see Arthur making lovebug eyes at the Veela girl and threw caution to the wind. There was a certain pleasure derived from making little virgin girls weak at the knees and Willy also lived for drama so yes, he was going to take full advantage of this moment with Grace. This was his carte blanche moment. Willy made his way over to the Hufflepuff girl and paused just a moment until he was positive Arthur was watching. Why put on a show if the intended audience was absent-minded?
”You have the sexiest legs, you know that?” Willy practically purred as he traced a finger from her knee upwards. He leaned forward, his breath no doubt tickling her earlobes as he whispered, ”I’d love them wrapped around me sometime.” He deftly used his tongue to flick her lobe into his mouth for a gentle nip before his hands were at her hips and his mouth at her lips for as passionate a snog as Grace would allow.
Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Oct 24, 2019 3:37:28 GMT
Grace's heart was racing, beating so fast that she was certain it would have to give out at one point. But Zoë seemed safe, like she wouldn't take advantage or do anything that made Grace too uncomfortable. Was she this kind to all of the girls she whisked away into closet? The visual of that, of Zoë and some... some girl, mouths and body's intertwined against some shelf... well, it made Grace's lower stomach pool with lava hot heat. Maybe that's why she was so responsive when smaller girl's lips moved upon her own. Zoë was gentle at first, easing her into it and then she did some sort of wizardry with her lip that had Grace letting out the a shocked and barely audible moan against Zoë's mouth. Goodness gracious. A bit dazed from the whole kiss, Grace shuffled back to her seat, blinking as she watched a little tiff between Arthur and Zoë unfold. I think she liked it. Yes, she did.
Glancing at Vik who sat next to her, Grace took a sip from her cup before dropping her voice to a whisper. "I... I think I like this game. Do you think... I mean, do... I hope I don't end up kissing somebody who's..." Not so nice. Like Wolfgang or Isobel, the dangerous duo who were sitting beside each other and for some reason... kept making eye contact as they kissed other people? Which was strange. Grace didn't really get it. Were they communicating telepathically or something? Planning on... on... seeking revenge against the people their significant other was kissing? Merlin, Grace hoped that somebody didn't keel over tomorrow.
When Arthur kissed Jun, the boy sitting beside her, Grace did not watch. She had zero interest in seeing her brother's attempt at kissing someone because yuck. It'd be like watching her... the boy version of their mum kiss someone except it wasn't their dad, it was some sixteen year old and... and that line of thinking was getting really weird. Grace needed to stop. Luckily... well, not luckily, Jun all of a sudden was spooked and crying and immediately, Grace flew into mum - no, not mum, dad mode and reached out to rub his back. She had no clue why he was crying - was Arthur that bad a kisser? But he looked distraught and terrified and her heart ached for him. "Do you want a calming draught? I... I think I have one in my bag," she told him.
At the sound of somebody saying, "no," very, very firmly... Grace's head shot up, concerned. But then she caught the sight of Aiden's bottle pointing straight at Wolfgang and she blinked because... because... well, that was... awkward. But then the sheer awkwardness she felt over the whole situation diminished because suddenly, things got wild. More wild than when Willy had kissed Emilian earlier, more... enough for Grace's eyes to be widening so much her eyeballs nearly dropped out of her skull because Wolfgang and Willy were up against a wall, their hands everywhere and oh holy Merlin's left toe, were they going to... to... there was no way they were about to have... "Oh my goodness," she breathed, eyes darting straight towards the drink sitting beside her. It provided a good distraction and Grace stared at the floor as she downed the rest of the liquid in her cup, warmth spreading in her body. She didn't want to be a party to them having... er, relations in front of everyone.
When Willy made his announcement about some bow tie, it was a sign that his... very enthusiastic kiss with Wolfgang was over. Thank goodness. Leaning back on her palms, Grace's body was feeling a little bit looser, her shoulders relaxing a notch as she watched Willy make his next spin. But then one of the worst possible outcomes happened and it... it landed on her. Oh no. Like a lamb to the slaughter, Grace watched as Willy descended upon her and the most absurd thought popped into her mind - he needed a cape, one that flowed behind him with every movement. He really would look fabulous in a cape.
Immediately, Willy's finger reached out, touching her knee as he complimented her legs. "Thanks, they... they... they get me to.... places," Grace said, blinking straight at the Slytherin. Then he was moving in and Grace didn't know what was happening until his tongue was on her earlobe. Before she could help it, Grace let out a giggle, squirming back because that was bizarre. Why was he touching her ear with his tongue? Was he trying to steal her earring and somehow put it into that hole he had in his own tongue? Was he going to swallow it for a snack? Thankfully, the whole very bizarre ear portion of the evening seemed to be over as Willy's hands grasped her hips and he was kissing her deeply.
It... was this a re-occurring theme? Was each person going to kiss her more thoroughly than the last? Grace's unsure lips moved against Willy's much more experienced ones for a moment or two before she was drawing back with yet another giggle. She felt... well, she just felt happy. Not because of Willy and his weird lobe licking ways, but just in general. It was like all her worries had melted away. Looking at Willy with a very sincere expression, Grace patted him on the top of the head - how much gel did he have in his hair? - and said with a lot of meaning behind her words, "Thank you."
Moving forward, Grace gave the bottle a spin herself, watching with a big smile on her face as it spun around and around until it landed on... Emil. He was nice. Grace liked Emil. He had pretty hair, and he liked books just like she did. Sparing a glance at Rodrik who now sat next to him, Grace walked over on mildly unsteady legs (wow, when did it get this hard to walk in a straight line?) before plopping down in front of Emil and leaning in, sweeping her lips against his gently before drawing back. She didn't want to make things too strange between them... they still had to patrol together, after all.
Post by ALANA VALENTINO on Oct 24, 2019 11:46:36 GMT
”Hmm, gemello, whom I eat and when has never really been your business,” Alana quipped, the inflection in her voice and sidelong glance screaming hinting at the fact that her blood diet wasn’t all she was talking about. The grimace as a reply from Aiden was well worth it. She pierced another billywig with her vampire fangs and this time the juice was not as horrid as the first. ”The blonde one’s causing another scene,” Alana replied to her brother’s question with little attempt to keep the conversation between the two of them. This entire congregation appeared to be made up of ... scene-makers, as Willy and Mili put on a show and then her brother, who had somehow made an enemy of his room mate, was rejected by the very boy that went on to have another god damned show with Willy. Alana couldn’t even appreciate the snog between Zoë and some random blonde Puff because... was it a girl? A boy? Alana couldn’t detect an ounce of boobs on Grace so she decided it was just another hetero Gryffinpuff snog.
Unfortunately a bottle landed on her. Alana’s dark eyes looked up to find the Head Boy and seventh year Ravenclaw Emil moving in her direction. Merlin, she’d gone through her entire life without once smooching a boy... maybe Dio’s (aka God, not the weirdo slytherin creeper) torture wasn’t complete with her parents burying an empty casket. No, it appeared now she had to test how invulnerable she really was as a vampire and ... and probably get some disease. He was a filthy mudblood after all. They carried as much disease as the Black Plague rats, right? Oh Dio he was leaning in... she could swear on her mother’s life (which she did not value one iota) that he smelt of farts. She was stock still through the entire, traumatic ordeal - well... except that she swallowed a little bit of blood chuck-up. No doubt it was the best kiss Emil will ever have - her lips were perfectly maintained, soft, supple and perfectly room temperature. She was even careful not to fang him lest his mudblood enter her digestive system (she told herself her blood bags all came from Pureblood donors LOL like those of us who feel better about buying “free range” chicken eggs... self-delusion helps one sleep better at night).
With that horror ended, Alana took her turn at spinning the bottle. No, not that fuckwit, was just one of the thoughts that went through her mind as the bottle slowed and finally chose her next kiss. Zoë? Alana’s dark eyes looked the young woman over appreciatively and a slight smirk played on her lips, exposing the very tip of one of her fangs. With the fluidity of a practiced dancer, Alana approached Zoë and reached out her manicured hand decorated with a diamond bracelet that glittered splendidly in the light.
”Don’t worry, I’m on strict instructions not to bite,” Alana grinned, her fang tips also glittering in the light for a split second. Her fingers traced a line along Zoë’s jaw line to the back of her head and brought the girl in to kiss. Alana hadn’t kissed many people - 2, in fact, but one of them was many, many glorious times and she’d gotten pretty good at kissing a human girl without drawing blood. Still, it was quite possible that the other girl could hurt herself if she didn’t let Alana take (and keep) the lead.
Please note that these kisses do not need to happen in that order.
You have until Thursday 31st 6pm GMT+10 to post the kisses and if your character spun again, then Round 4's list will be posted. Newcomers are more than welcome to join for Round 4. If everyone posts their kisses before the time listed, then we will start Round 2 earlier than expected. Thanks!
"You've proved me wrong, Isobel. A great feat. Savor it whilst you can," Vinda said, a tinge of teasing entering her tone. It was rare that side of her escaped but she felt comfortable enough around Isobel to show it. Six years of sharing a dorm did that to some. Around her other dorm mates, she'd sooner drink a bottle of poison then reward them with any positive interaction and she knew they felt the same way about her.
As Vinda watched the game unfold, she made observations about each and every person in the room. Who knew when a peer could become an enemy... or, low and behold, attempt to befriend her? Vinda wasn't stupid, she chose the people she surrounded herself with very carefully, and a silly little game where people kissed? It revealed a lot more about a person than you'd think.
For starters, for all that Isobel and Wolfgang were playing the happy couple, cuddling up on each other like a pair of koalas, they were all too happy to shove their tongues down other people's throat. Vinda didn't miss the way they looked at each other too, the way it was like a challenge to them. It didn't involve her however and despite the strangeness of it all, she didn't care enough to observe them any longer.
Arthur the Imbecile wore his emotions very plainly but then again, there wasn't any surprise there because disguising your feelings was a complex concept and Vinda doubted he'd ever finished a three piece puzzle, let alone even contemplated something more difficult than that which required the entirety of his brain. It was no real surprise he was the first one to reduce someone to tears either, not with those big pawing hands of his and fumbling lips.
Willy was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most... enthusiastic of the game and from where she sat, she saw everything. She saw the way that the little goth wannabe vampire freak kissed Willy back, then marked him up behind the ear - it was a surprise that Willy didn't escape with two puncture marks on his neck. Then Willy addressed her and Adrian, announcing that she wanted an excuse to snog him and annoyance bubbled inside of her. "Perhaps those billwigs are laced with a Confusing Concoction, William, or you're simply delusional in the first place," she said, eyebrows arching. "Besides, you're working your way around the room - and possibly some dorm rooms later, by the looks of what's written on your hand - just fine. Adrian can enjoy watching you snog someone other than me."
The annoyance that had start bubbling inside of her grew into a rolling boil as she watched Willy get landed on by a spin from Wolfgang. Of course, Wolfgang decide to show off and the two boys went at each other against the walls, hands moving everywhere, rucking up shirts and worming down into people's pants. It was so... blatant, such a show of shamelessness, and Vinda couldn't watch a moment longer. "I'm getting a drink," she said curtly to Adrian before pushing off the lounge, away from this little show that was bordering on being photographed and featured in some Wizards and Wands magazine.
Snatching a bottle of vodka on the table, Vinda poured herself a small amount before sipping at it. It was foul, but then when she glanced over her shoulder back at the game, Willy was moving onto his next target. Grace Longbottom. 'Let's kill two birds with one stone,' she thought as she moved towards Arthur. "Do you think Willy will manage to unlock your sister's chastity belt without your key? Looks like he's getting there," she said, voice nonchalant as she nodded straight at Willy's fingers inching up the Hufflepuff girl's thigh.
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Post by EMIL ZALEWSKI on Oct 26, 2019 4:46:30 GMT
The kiss with Alana was awkward and, if Emil had to be honest, not very pleasant, and it was only the desire to have a kiss that he actually enjoyed that made him continue with the game. He wasn't going to leave himself with his only snogging experience being--that. But when Grace kissed him, even with how short it was, warmth spread throughout his body, something he'd never let himself feel for Grace before but which was becoming very obvious now. He didn't want to make things awkward, but he found himself wishing Grace had been first. And when it was over he found himself reaching for the bottle again, wanting that feeling back as soon as it was gone.
...and then it was Wolfgang. Emil swallowed hard, images of what his fellow Chaser had looked like pressed up against Willy flooding back to his mind. He'd stolen a lot of furtive glances at Wolfgang in his time, but never seen him quite like that, and if Grace's kiss had made him feel pleasantly warm, like a cozy fire, the thought of Wolfgang shoving him against the wall was as if he'd been struck by lightning.
But it was Emil who was supposed to do the kissing, and his mouth felt dry as he approached Wolfgang and the girl cuddled up with him who, if she had shared a locker room with him, might possibly have given him the same reaction. Wolfgang, though, was the one Emil had seen all of, and that was what haunted him. He wasn't supposed to do this, wasn't supposed to want it, and yet...
He felt slightly out-of-body as their lips met, his hand reaching out to hold the back of Wolfgang's neck, pulling him closer without thinking. It wasn't exactly how he'd imagined, but since he'd been trying to stop himself from imagining, perhaps he hadn't been imagining well enough, because it was better.
Oh, he was going to regret this--and think about it every night.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Oct 27, 2019 2:33:28 GMT
Vik was one hell of a kisser, that he could say for sure. She wasn't as practiced as Matheus but what she lacked in experience, she more than made up with enthusiasm, her lips moving against him as she pulled him close. He could feel her chest brush against his, the way it moved that tiny bit faster and hell yeah, she enjoyed this Brazilian Beefcake. There was no denying it. "That was..." he repeated, teasing as she drew back. "Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll land on you later, hey? I'll let you feel my big, bulging muscles too - the ones in my shirt, that is."
Zoë Valeria landed on him and she had almost as much game as he did with the ladies. In fact, he'd even heard that when it came to certain skills, they were tied - of course, Matheus liked to think that he edged her out just a little bit. "Don't be so enthusiastic, Zoë ," he joked, but then she challenged him to make it good. Right. He did have a competitive streak and even though she probably wouldn't like snogging him - no offense taken on his behalf - he'd give her one hell of a good one.
Leaning down, Matheus captured her lips in his own, kissing her gently at first before deepening it, his large hands moving to span her waist and drawing her into his lap because Merlin, she was freaking tiny and he couldn't reach her without straining his neck. It didn't take long from there for him to lick the seam of her lips and into her mouth, one of his hands moving up to clutch at her hands. When he finally drew away, his teeth caught her bottom lip, tugging at it gently before releasing it. "I'd say let's do that again later, but I'm not holding my breath," he said with a grin before lifting her up in one swift motion off his lap, giving everyone a show of his flexing biceps as he deposited her back onto the ground.
Matheus' next spin just so happened to land on Emilian. They were hot, and he'd spent a decent amount of time admiring their appearance over the year - the way their milky white skin would contrast again his tan skin; the way he could easily grip Emilian's wrists and pin them down whilst he sucked a mark onto their ribcage; the way that... well, the possibilities were endless. As Matheus sauntered over to the Ravenclaw, his singular aim besides showing Emilian one hell of a good time was to give them a kiss that was just as scorching as Willy had earlier. It was going to be a challenge to beat, but luckily Matheus was used to facing things that were hard.
Gazing at Emilian's eyes - Merlin, they were dark, weren't they? - Matheus' assessed the situation, trying to think of the best way to approach this before throwing caution to the wind. He'd just let his emotions guide the situation, screw it. With that, Matheus fingers gripped the delicate line of Emilian's shoulders as he all but mounted them, his strong thighs bracketing Emilian's hips. He shimmied forward so every single part of them was flushed up against each other, so he could feel the heat radiating off Emilian's body.
Ducking his head, Matheus repeated the actions of those from earlier, his teeth grazing against the soft skin of Emilian's neck before the tip of his tongue laved over it a moment later. When he finally made his way up to Emilian's ear, Matheus hot breath tickled it as he said, "No part of me is off limits, querido. Feel free to touch me wherever you want." With that said, he moved to capture Emilian's lips in a hungry, eager kiss, starting off slow before deepening it, making expert use of his tongue and his teeth. Perhaps if he was lucky, Emilian would be up for him showing his expertise even more later in a private... or not so private setting.
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Oct 28, 2019 2:04:41 GMT
It seemed that Isobel would be kissing both of the Longbottom siblings tonight--not exactly what she had intended. At least Grace was nothing but a rather shy blonde who she had been surprised to see at this sort of party at all, but maybe she had underestimated her. If Wolfgang were into Grace, Isobel would be happy to give him yet another performance. But he was just as vehemently opposed to being around Grace as he was to Arthur. She figured it might have something to do with a fling gone wrong--it was the most logical explanation, knowing her boyfriend.
"Don't worry about them, I'll have a glass of something strong before we head off tonight," she murmured to Wolfgang, amused at his comment, before getting up to approach Grace. Isobel was straight, sure, but she didn't have any reservations about kissing a girl if she needed to. Sure, this would be the first time she ever did, but it didn't inspire any sense of dread in her. As she placed a gentle peck on Grace's lips, she wondered which of the girls in the room Wolfgang would rather she kiss. The veela girl, perhaps? She'd heard they could have a truly enchanting effect on men.
Isobel hoped for something better when the bottle would finally land on her again, but all she got, for all her wishing, was Aiden Valentino. Normally, she would've held back her response of disgust, but she had drunk enough of her vodka concoction to wrinkle her nose anyway. Did she really have to do this again? She wanted Wolfgang to still be attracted to her at the end of the night...
Post by ADRIAN ANDERSON on Oct 29, 2019 11:05:55 GMT
Adrian returned quickly, in time for Wagtail to bounce in and announce it was time to start the kissing game. Adrian gave a roll of his eyes but didn't react too much more as he knew that Vinda was a good friend of his. The Hufflepuff wasn't too comfortable in big groups, nor being so physically affectionate. The energy around the room could only be described in one way, anticipatory. He glanced around the room again, tapping the lip of the cool beer before taking a sip. Vinda's suggestion of a snog later had him choke on the very drink he was trying to swallow. He spluttered a little, trying to turn it into laughter instead of the sheer panic that had gripped him. He'd never kissed a girl before, and he certainly didn't want to have to let his fiance down with how awful he was sure to be.
He let her squish closer, placing an arm around her graciously as if it'd had been his idea and not spurned by her glare (it was more comfortable like this anyway). He gave a shrug in answer to her unkind comment, "Arthur, for sure? It must be why he doesn't have volume control. Grace got all the brains." His smirk didn't last for long as Wagtail approached them and propositioned Vinda, implicitly stating that Adrian would enjoy watching. Adrian stiffened, his heart beating a little faster as anxiety clogged this throat. Surely he was kidding? He wouldn't know that Adrian...no. Of course not. Adrian shook his head, a clear no to what Vinda was saying. "I'm perfectly fine with my date here." Was all he could force out, feeling more uncomfortable than before. Suddenly the way he was wrapped around Vinda seemed so more awkward than it had before.
He sullenly glanced down at his beer and took another swig and watched Vinda as she stared after her best friend. His eyes followed and he found himself a little more than shocked to the sheer immodesty that was going on within the room. Wolfgang and Willy were more than just a little intimate, and he found himself glancing at Vinda's annoyed expression. He unpeeled himself from her as she curtly announced she was getting a drink. This couldn't end well. He could see that she was not happy and...was that Arthur she was approaching? The kid she'd just been insulting? Why would- oh. His eyes slid back to Wagtail as he made out with Grace. Vinda really didn't want to make this easy on anyone, did she? How was he supposed to pretend to be her boyfriend if she was mooning over her best friend?
Adrian quickly discarded his drink, standing up and approaching Vinda. He didn't hear what was said, but he could practically feel the chaos before it had awoken, simmering in the air. He took a deep breath and jerked his head towards the door. "Vinda, can we chat for a sec?"
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William Wagtail sure knew how to show a guy a good time. Wolfgang considered, if, perhaps, he should free up an evening in his schedule for the Slytherin, and perhaps, he should bring a bowtie with him next time.
Alas, all the good that he'd done for Wolfgang vanished when Wolfgang's spin landed on Arthur Longbottom. He'd told Isobel to brush her teeth, but now he had to suffer the same fate? No. There was no way he'd fall so low to kiss Arthur, who he considered even dimmer than Matheus. Delgado at least had muscles and charm to make up for the apparent lack of wit, but what did Arthur have? Glazed eyes and saliva to spare.
"I pass." he stated firmly, and took another sip from his glass, which was close to being empty. This was supposed to a fun evening for Wolfgang, where he'd get to watch Isobel kiss the hottest faces -- and other parts -- of Hogwarts, but instead the bottle had decided to make him suffer.
His face was unreadable as he watched Isobel go up to Grace of all people. Thankfully, his girlfriend had picked up on his disdain for a particular group of people, and she didn't try to make a show out of it -- Wolfgang would have thrown up sooner than found it attractive.
And the terror didn't end there, not at all! Now Isobel had to kiss Aiden Valentino. The disgusted expression on Isobel's face didn't escape him, and he put down his glass on the side table a tad more forcibly than it was necessary.
"You don't have to do this," he muttered to her, even though he wanted to exclaim NO! and then proceed to erase Valentino from this plane of existence -- but that would be a little too controlling towards Isobel, wouldn't it?
But at least in the end there was some fun in it for him, still, as the bottle landed on him. And the kisser? Emil Zalewski, goodie twoshoes Ravenclaw prefect and Quidditch player, who just couldn't tear his eyes away from Wolfgand in the showers after training. Oh, this would be fun.
He watched Emil approach, his step uncertain and worried, and yet there was that sparkle of desire in his teammate's eyes and Wolfgang recognized it immediately. Emil wanted him. And it would be downright rude of Wolfgang to deny him after all those months of sexual tension in the showers, wouldn't it?
Emil leaned in to kiss him, at first all soft and cautious. The hand on the back of his neck surprised Wolfgang -- he hadn't expected Zalewski to take any intiative. And yet...
He kissed back, biting Emil's lip after a few moments and reaching his hand out to grab him by his shirt. Pulling his face away, he looked the other boy right in the eyes, a smirk playing on his face, and whispered, loud enough for the people near to hear, but not the whole room.
"I know about the showers," he said, "You just have to ask, Emil. In fact, how about we leave right now?" He sealed his offer with another kiss, before letting the boy go and getting up from his seat.
"Now, this has been a thrill," he told to no one in particular as he made his way to the door. As his hand rested on the handle, he looked back over his shoulder.
"Isobel? Emil? You coming?"
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Post by ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on Nov 1, 2019 14:48:53 GMT
What in Merlin's skiddy underpants was Willy up to? Arthur found himself straining to see what was happening between William and his sister and his ears began to burn with every detail the over-protective teenager saw. He'd always been protective of his baby sister, but it had become considerably worse since Kallenbastard. The young lion's face grew darker still as a little Devil also known as Vinda whispered in his ears about that devious snake's ultimate goal. "Over my dead body," the teenager growled and pushed himself up off the floor.
He was far too preoccupied with what was happening between Grace and Willy to realise that Kallenbastard had passed swapping spit with him. The moment Grace was wobbly-legging it over to Emil - a lovely, respectful Head Boy who would not sully his sister's good name - Arthur moved to Willy's side and grabbed him by the ear. "You and I are having a word," Arthur said, dragging Willy out of the Room of Requirement. Grace didn't need to see or hear what was about to transpire between the two seventh year boys... and Matheus, on a lesser note, didn't need the drama at his party.
"Your filthy hands - yeah, those ones that did things with Kallen-bastard," Arthur began once he was out of ear shot, "will never touch my sister again. Comprende?" Willy's reply was not something that Arthur deems appropriate to write in this post and when the two boys re-entered the Room of Requirement there were definitely clothes that weren't as straight as they once were. Willy's metamorphmagus abilities hadn't quite begun to work on hiding the black eye he was now sporting.
"Who... who was I kissing? Can I.. get a raincheck? I... " there was pain in his lip and as he wiped the back of his sleeve on it, there was blood from a split lip. Fudge sticks.
Grace's heart was racing, beating so fast that she was certain it would have to give out at one point. But Zoë seemed safe, like she wouldn't take advantage or do anything that made Grace too uncomfortable. Was she this kind to all of the girls she whisked away into closet? The visual of that, of Zoë and some... some girl, mouths and body's intertwined against some shelf... well, it made Grace's lower stomach pool with lava hot heat. Maybe that's why she was so responsive when smaller girl's lips moved upon her own. Zoë was gentle at first, easing her into it and then she did some sort of wizardry with her lip that had Grace letting out the a shocked and barely audible moan against Zoë's mouth. Goodness gracious. A bit dazed from the whole kiss, Grace shuffled back to her seat, blinking as she watched a little tiff between Arthur and Zoë unfold. I think she liked it. Yes, she did. 
