It was a Friday night which meant one thing for the very well-educated teenage body of Hogwarts: another party, and time to kill some braincells with booze and cigarettes... something Aggy was guilty of doing on a regular basis, yes, but she maintained the fact that she had quite a few to kill off, given she was a regular old Einstein and... well, according to the patriarchy, nobody liked a girl who was smart - and who was she not to obey? She lived and died for following what rules men set out for her, didn't she? She wanted to be the apple of their eye, the sole focus of their adoration, the... God, even the thought train of sarcasm Aggy was travelling down was about to make her retch, and deciding she needed to murder a few more brain cells to stop thinking of the goddamn bloody patriarchy in the first place, she raised the ever-so-delightful cup of vodka mixed with soda to her lips and downed it in a few gulps. Much better.

Frowning at her now empty cup like it had done her a great disservice by not magically refilling, Aggy sighed as she manuerved her way towards the drinks table, cutting her way across the dance floor because it was an excellent short... "What the fu -" As a veritable oaf smashed their way on top of her, drink sloshing over the side of their cup and onto her favourite plaid shirt (the one that screamed Hello I'm Bisexual to every soul in the room), three things happened in quick succession:

1) Using all of her might (yes, Aggy had been eating her weetabix), Aggy managed to shove the humungous oaf right the hell off her.

2) Aggy drew her wand and slapped it across the cheek of the oaf himself.

3) Said wand was quickly shoved it's way into the jugular of the now-recognised oaf himself, Joshua Llewellyn.

Breathing hard, ignoring the quivering that had taken over her wand hand as she stared up at Llewellyn with the fire of twelve billion suns in her eyes, Aggy bit out, "Am I wearing a sign that says please touch me and make me wet?" before pretending to look over her shoulder as if she was going to find a piece of paper saying precisely that sticky-taped to her drenched favourite plaid shirt.

After a moment, Aggy lowered her wand. Ever since she'd felt the Hufflepuff's entire body weight press up against her, her hand hadn't stopped shaking and she feared that it was just going to get worse, to the point where her wand fell onto the disgustingly stick ground beneath her. Without another word to Llewellyn, Aggy whirled around and beelined to the bathroom. She needed to get cleaned up and to remind herself that... it was fine. Everything was fine.

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