Oct 09, 2006 22:39
Ian was feeling antsy. This was typical of a Monday night, and he decided to finally do something about it. With a grin, he started to type away at his laptop.
party tonight.
all houses welcome, but no one under 5th year.
bring any liqour you have.
first floor, eastern corridor, fourth room on the left.
Satisfied, he sent the message to all of the students, fifth year and above. Soon after, he shut his laptop, set it onto his desk and began to prepare. He stuffed all of his vodka and firewhiskey into a bag, and headed down to the common room.
After some clever manuvering, he entered the room he had instructed his classmates to come to. He cast several silencing spells, as well as one that caused anyone over the age of 20 who came near the room the sudden urge to have to use the bathroom immediately. He moved many of the desks around, and transformed a few into couches and tables.
Atop one of the tables was a large bowl of little green pills. Fifth year, he and Riley managed to come up with a substance that both prevented hangovers, but left the user feeling as though they had slept a full eight hours, even if they only got in one. Needless to say, they were the key to making weeknight parties not only possible, but encouraged.
Ian sat down in one of the large, cushy couches and opened a bottle of firewhiskey, taking a large sip. All that was left now was to wait.
ooc: pleeease come. it'll be fun! how often do slytherins hold all-house parties? hardly ever. so go.