[ OPEN TO ALL! ] Welcome Back Party!

[caitlin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] LAST FRIDAY NIGHT, [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] Aria had been standing outside of the Room of Requirement. She had students who acted as "security" who would tell her whether or not a teacher was coming. The door to the room was propped open, and the doorway itself had a silencing charm on it so that the hallway was completely quiet. She either greeted or glared at the people who went walking through the door, it all depended on how she felt about them. As soon as one crossed over from the hallway to the room, they would hear the loud music coming from within. There were a few tables in the front left corner of the room, one long rectangular table with food and three different kinds of "punch", and five smaller round tables, each with five chairs around them. There was longer tables in the front right corner, able to seat about twelve people per table, if anyone wanted to sit. Along both sides of the room was chairs lined up, either for the loners who had nothing to do or no one to dance with, or those who just needed a break from dancing. There were decorations all over the room, from streamers to flashing lights to speakers enchanted to fly around the room so that not one place in the room was quieter than the other. After standing outside for twenty minutes, Aria decided to go in herself, leaving the door propped open. If any professors came by, the "security" was to come shut the door at once, so that the party wasn't disrupted or disbanded. Aria looked around and admired her work. This Welcome Back party was a good idea, even if people who she hated were here. At this point, nothing and no one could bring her down. She moved swiftly over to the punch table in her little black leather dress and stared at the three bowls. One was regular punch, but who wanted that? The second was punch mixed with firewhiskey, and the third was something a little more fruity, but just as strong, a little bit of punch mixed with some strawberry vodka. It didn't matter to Aria which tasted the best, she was going to drink both. And since all three were charmed to replenish themselves, it wouldn't run out the whole night. Aria grabbed a cup and filled it with the fruity stuff and sat down at one of the smaller, unoccupied tables and stared, watching everyone have a good time thanks to her. She smirked and took a sip from her cup. Hopefully her security idea would work out and she wouldn't have to deal with any professors crashing the party. [/style] tagged; open to everyone words; 448. notes; please read the whole post so you know what everything looks like :D TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

[valyndiar]

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Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;]A secret parchment had been hidden in the bottom of his trunk, the handwriting of it distinctly that of Aria Quinn. A party was to be had in the room of requirement and he was invited. Rather, who wasn't invited? A back to school bash for the students. Valyndiar had contemplated for days if he was going to go or not. He had thought about skipping the whole event but then he changed his mind last minute. It was the perfect opportunity to see who was going and to let loose before real classes and work began. The Russian boy would find himself on the seventh floor of the castle. A group of students just entering into the requirement room, just a few moments’ later he'd walk in behind them. The six feet, one inch Slytherin flicked his dark brown gaze about. He was dressed quite fashionably in a designer label that catered to muggles but he was truly a wizard. Valyndiar looked quite stylish in his charcoal grey Mexx suit. The jacket was tailored to his broad fame, nipped in at his waist, 3 buttons and made of a linen/wool blend. His white and dark purple dress shirt of silk was pinstriped and tailored to fit perfectly under the jacket. A deep purple tie was around his neck with a stylish single Windsor knot. A matching pocket square, tucked in the breast pocket of his jacket. His suit pants matched the coat, nipped in at his narrow waist and tailored to fit his frame, around his waist a crocodile patterned belt with silver buckle, which matched his silver cufflinks. Pants cuffed neatly at the bottom. Dress boots of a hi-gloss crocodile pattern topped the outfit off. Valyndiar's shaggy hair was slicked back into a greaser style fashion that suited him, dressed up. He smelled like Armani Allure cologne. He grinned seeing Aria sitting at a table. His eyes looked over her in a rakish fashion before he walked towards a table just to pick up a glass. He'd walk towards Aria silently. Inviting himself to sit down next to her, his cup empty and from his suit inner breast pocket, next to his wand he'd take out a platinum engraved flask. Unscrewing the cap slowly he'd pour clear liquid into his glass; vodka, real Russian vodka. None of that flavored stuff that girls might favor. No Valyndiar, like his vodka straight and pure. Sounded like his taste in women hm? Though Aria could have been an exception to the rule. Rules were made to be broken. Though he also had his eye on a few other suitable prospects. "Nice party, eh comrade? came that thick Russian voice as he gave her leather the dress the once over even more. "Are you wearing...Valentino? he asked. 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[kakes]

I'm Down For Whatever//

Zilah could barely believe her best friend had pulled it off, but she wasn't going to spend a good party wondering. Finding the sexiest thing she could, then covering up with some robes so she would be caught headed somewhere she shouldn't be going. The outfit was a definite give away that she was going to a party, and she would be the last person to ruin a party.
Zilah walked down the hallway casually. Being a Gryffindor there wasn't a long way for her to walk so in mere minutes she approached the room of requirement. At the end of the corridor there was a innocent looking Hufflepuff girl. Aria must have gotten some of the younger kids to watch for teachers. Aria knew what she was doing, partying was just something that came natural to the sixth year.
Upon entering the Room of Requirement, Zilah encountered a basic set up of tables and chairs. Quite a few students had already arrived, so she had to scan the room for Aria. After a few seconds she found her, dressed in leather and accompanied by a tall boy in what look like designer clothes. Zilah scoffed and approached.
"Is that....Valentino?" She overheard. Making no eye contact, Zilah hovered over the middle bowl of punch and poured herself a glass. "I see the two of you brought the looks, lucky enough for you I brought the party" she said with a bit of a sarcastic tone. There was something about Slytherin men that turned her into a bitch. Maybe it was just the natural divide in her being a Gryffindor.
"Looks great Aria," she said with a smile, looking up at her friend, "I see you invited most of Hogwarts!" She turned to the boy, "How rude of me, I'm Arrazilah. And you are?"

//I'm Goin' Hesher

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Notes: Holy crap, Heather, that was fast!We didn't even finish our thread xD
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[valyndiar]

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Until we have forgiven someone's darkness, we don't really know what love is[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #1d88af; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 04455d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #90a5ac; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #1a5f79;] The music thrummed and it made the party lively. People arriving to the party, dancing or drinking; a couple trying to sneak off to snogg in the corner. He’d glance down at his cup, his hand curled around the glass, index finger resting on the rim of it. Tapping along to the music. Valyndiar had just bee about ready to raise his glass to his mouth with Aria and himself where approached by a girl that could be described as an ebony enchantress. The conversation that had barely began, when her voice had punctured the air with a sarcastic tone that held the weight of cattiness. His grip on his glass tightens a moment, just enough for him to rest the temptation of hexing the girl. "I see the two of you brought the looks, lucky enough for you I brought the party". His lips twitched a moment into a tight line at the tone in her voice. His brown gaze rising to meet her eyes, the golden hue of his eyes had a almost translucent quality about them. The type of eyes one would see on a cold-blooded predator. Kazimir’s smoldering gaze would lock onto her as she spoke, silent as the grave. He would take his time in answering the girl, "How rude of me, I'm Arrazilah. And you are?" There was a measure of control, familiar teachings slipping into place in his mind. Drummed into his head. Purposely he would bring the cup to his mouth, counting to two before he took a sip, allowing himself to savor the flavor of the vodka; pure, crisp. Tart and stinging slightly, a small grinned slipped into place on his lips. His quarry waiting for his answer, he’d raise a brow in the most inquisitive manner. That almost asked silently You’re kidding right but in the most cordial manner he would answer. Not a hint of snobbery in his tone “Valyndiar” came the harsh tone of his mother tongue. His voice deep and a soft growl almost. ”Comrade Arrazilah, comrade of Aria, da?” his accent was quite thick, when he spoke even thicker when he started drinking. Not that Val was drunk by any means. He had only taken two sips of his glass and it was purposely filled half full. The trick to not getting sloshed in a room full of strangers was to fill the glass half way. Slowly drink it, taking just enough of a sip to wet your tongue, savoring the flavor of your drink and to lightly get the scent of it on your breath. It took control and practice. A measured hand to appear you where part of the party even if you where just there for your own reasons entirely. 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