::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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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.
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He waits at leats until a tall bottle of something red is brought up from behind the bar, then begins to roam.
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*giggles*
Naughty Angel!
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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."
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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."
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"He can't die yet. He owes me a Galleon. And someone needs to get this ... hat off my head."
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Lymond wanders off to find Simon, using pieces of furniture and people for support any chance he can.
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