Hermione Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ 03

[ferusleana]

Who: Cottage 20 residents, Weasley twins and anyone the group wants to invite
When: Saturday , December 25th
Where: Outside Espoir, cottage 20
Style: Whichever
Status: Open-ish?

[A large white tent sat out back of cottage twenty where the snow had been cleared away to include a large table and chairs.  There was a single walkway that led out the

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[sonuvasnitch]

[Harry's helping rearrange some of the food and sneak a few bites here and there.]

Hey Hermione! That the last of it?

[He's keeping an eye out for a semi-unexpected guest. He honestly doesn't think Malfoy will show up but then again...]

[maroonweasley]

[Ahem, no, there wasn't a mince pie that was miraculously eaten in one bite just there. He's really not used to standing around like a bit of a spare part because when you are a Weasley, you all pitch in.]

Reckon we've got enough here to feed an army and still have leftovers.

[Not that he's complaining. Or brushing crumsb off his jumper.]

[ferusleana]

[The pies are arranged on the table with the rest of the food. She gives both boys a Look that says she knows they were eating before the start of the actual dinner but doesn't actually say anything.]

It's the last.

[Don't worry, there will be plenty of things to do after the party when things need to be cleaned up.]

With the way you boys eat I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't have any left. [There was a slight tease to her voice.]

[loving_kitten]

[Ritsuka peeks inside the tent, his ears shifting as he looked inside. Granger-san had invited him to the party and he had nothing better to do really. His ears perked at the sudden warmth as he stepped inside and his tail swished happily. He looked around for Hermione since it was polite to greet the hostess. The food smelt good though he had a feeling it would be Western food.]

[mudbloodhater]

[airing on the side of caution, Draco makes a point of being fashionably late to the party he was very much invited to. Perhaps not formally, but Potter still made a point of inviting him.

[But, in typical crasher form, he does not make a point of greeting the host(esse)s, and instead lingers near the edges of the party, wondering if he'll even be seen.]