Ravenclaw Bar & Lab Grand Opening Party

[csi_sara]

::Screened for Ravenclaws, and their guests ( teatimeassassin, serpent-of-vee, dice-addict, franciscrawford, kayewinnet, lucifer-tiamat, anthony-crowley)::The dust has settled, the House Elves have cleaned up all the construction mess and decorated the room for a party. Blue and bronze streamers hang from the walls and small blue candles with bronze flames hand in the air, lighting the room. Most of the lab tables have been pushed back,

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[franciscrawford]

Lymond finds his way into the commons rather late in the evening, already determinedly drunk. It barely shows in his pace, however, or in the way he surveys the room with steady eyes. The only obvious symptom is a slight, but steady twitch in his left cheek that distorts his stoic smile into something more desperate.

He strides slowly to the bar, only stumbling once on an abandoned tumbler of some noxious liquid, and raps twice on the solid bartop. "'keep... bring me something with legs. Long ones. Preferably attatched to a lovely young woman who shant need them for the rest of the evening." He turns, making an odd face at the band, then remembers something else. "And a bottle of your finest cheap wine."

Leaning carefully against the bar, he scans the room for anyone he might know, and a few he might like to get to know better.

[franciscrawford]

Lymond decides to abandon the bar, and find some womenflesh elsewhere.

He waits at leats until a tall bottle of something red is brought up from behind the bar, then begins to roam.

[franciscrawford]

...fails to find womenflesh, and returns sullenly to the bar, toting a half-empty bottle.

[anthony_crowley]

Crowley steps up silently behind Crawford at the bar and pinches his arse.

[conriocht]

Lupin, observing from a safe distance, is turning a fetching shade of puce in his efforts to stifle his laughter.

[ugly_old_hat]

*perches on Crowley's head*

*giggles*

Naughty Angel!

[anthony_crowley]

"What the...?"

Crowley tries to look up at the top of his head.

"I'm not an angel. And what are you doing? You're messing up my hair."

[franciscrawford]

Lymond wakes up with the steady un-grace of a practiced drunk, and manages to peer over his shoulder in a somewhat intimidating way. "Now see here... you've got a talking hat on your head."

[anthony_crowley]

"Thank you, Professor Moron," snaps Crowley. "I'm well aware of that fact."

[franciscrawford]

"Ah. That's fortunate. I had almost convinced myself I was hallucinating... but yes. I remember. We've a talking hat here."
Francis turns completely around, and eyes the room behind Crowley absently.
"Er... I think we'd better see to Professor Lupin. It appears he has suffered some sort of attack. Of the heart, I suspect."

[anthony_crowley]

Crowley turns to look, too.

"He can't die yet. He owes me a Galleon. And someone needs to get this ... hat off my head."

[franciscrawford]

"Right. I guess that follows a peculiar kind of logic... I'm going to fetch Dr. Tam, in any case."

Lymond wanders off to find Simon, using pieces of furniture and people for support any chance he can.

[conriocht]

Upon seeing that Crawford has left, a still giggling Lupin digs around in his pocket and hands Crowley a Galleon. "Well done, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have the inexplicable urge to quote naughty Bible verses to Tonks. Have a nice evening!" He wanders away, spilling champagne from his glass as he goes.