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Interacting with @Piérre Marchonné

A party!

Brielle was putting everything in her bag, eager to run downstairs to the movie night that was taking place. Brielle stood in the bathroom, admiring her complexion as she tied her long black hair into a ponytail, securing it with a green velvet scrunchie and a few green barrettes. She had been wearing a satin and laced nightgown in a pastel green shade, though she wore small black shorts underneath just in case. As she slid into her slippers, she threw her bag over her shoulder, grabbed a bag of takis that had been sent in from her mom and made her way to the classroom, humming But It's Better If You Do.

Brielle had then made her way to the entrance of the classroom, the door shut. As she took a deep breath, she opened it slowly making sure this was the correct spot for the meetup. As soon as she walked inside though, it was obviously a teenage movie night party. There were blankets everywhere! All different types and sizes, but it worked. There had been an elf in the corner standing by the projector that Brielle had noticed, so she waved at it with a smile as it waved back. As she waited for the friend she had invited to show up, she decided to converse with those who were already here to pass the time.

She set down her stuff and looked around the room. Mostly girls, except for a couple other guys. She noticed Piérre from the corner of her eye. She knew him, he was the one who got yelled at from a howler about stealing a toilet seat! She grinned as she approached him, noticing his smirk, portraying he was ready to cause mischief.

She playfully nudged him with her arm and wore a smirk of her own.

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"We going to get crazy tonight or what?"

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[Font= Allegra]R[/Font]emy Alto had never been one to shy away from social gatherings. Frankly, he quite enjoyed being surrounded by heaps of people. A party would not be an exception. He was thrilled upon hearing that he had been invited into some movie night of some sorts by Maggie Parker, a girl he had previously met in class. Granted, he didn't know who else was coming nor was he too familiar with said Gryffindor girl, but he liked to think of himself as a daring boy, never afraid of what was coming to his way.

He wiped his hands on his navy blue sweater that looked ridiculously large on him. It was starting to resemble a dress if anything. Remy had decided on wearing glasses too, something he often avoided given that he was so afraid of whatever nicknames would be attached to wearing them. Still, he would loved not to be blind for once and actually see something.

The boy was holding a small pillow against his chest along with a small bag of sweets in one of his hands. Remy was notorious for going nuts every time he got a taste of sugar, so he had promised himself that he'd try to tone his intake down for once.

As he entered the classroom, he was met by quite the sight. A slumber party-esque setting with blankets everywhere. Remy quickly took notice of how many people there were, yet how unfamiliar he was with the most of them. He could see a few familiar faces, but that was about it. This was the first time in forever that he felt a little bit insecure. So many girls! He felt like he was intruding some kind of a girls' night, no boys allowed. Yet after a better look and scan over the room, he could see a few boys along with himself too. All of them were dressed quite casually, some were even wearing his pajamas. How very sweet.

"Hi," was all that he could muster up saying. Remy Alto was not the most eloquent boy, but usually, he could get more out of his big mouth. He was still almost glued to the walls, not sure who to turn to for help. Why was he so nervous? He was so used to being the life of any party, yet now he felt like he was a cornered animal. Clutching to his pillow, he observed the rest of the girls and boys mingling with each other.

It felt strange, and definitely intrusive.

Gem was mostly here (actually, entirely here) because he'd been invited by someone who wasn't actually even hosting the party. He'd heard that Lark was going to be here, and the girl who'd invited him-- Brielle-- but that was about it. He even had to give himself a pep talk in the boy's dormitory because of how nervous he got and how badly things could end. After a lot of debate, walking in and out of the common room, screaming into a pillow, and buying snacks from his own cousin, Charlotte, he'd managed to drag himself into the classroom.

This was definitely the wrong choice.

There were a lot of people he didn't know, and it was difficult to spot Brielle right away. Would it make sense to say he felt underdressed at a damn sleepover? I mean, not really-- there were a couple of kids that wore basically the same thing as him, (he had a Velvet Underground shirt on, and flannel pants. As average as you can get-- wouldn't cause too many looks.) but of course, anxiety wasn't necessarily the most forgiving thing.

When he finally spotted Brielle, he felt like he'd just been thrown into a pillow of relief. She was talking to someone, sure, but he figured standing by her wouldn't hurt. Or maybe it would, and he'd look really creepy. It would totally look creepy. He dug into his pocket, pulling out his trusty walkman with his Smiths tape in it-- where were the headphones?

He'd forgotten them. Fantastic, great, amazing, gorgeous, great. Great. Great great great.

Guess he'd have to shuffle by Brielle like a dumb sad dog.
He did just that, bringing himself over to his brand new friend, sheepishly bringing a hand up as a greeting. He felt like a dunce, a Grade A dunce. It was truly incredible.

"Aye," He exhaled, pulling a tight-lipped smile on his cheeks. "Hi. I'm here, I brought, ehm, snacks. Candy, I bought them from me cousin, cos she said tha' it's every man for his own, and I wouldn't get a freebee just cos' we're related. So I paid her. You look really nice, I like the-the, uh, hairpins. They look nice, they make your eyes pop, really. How are you?" He wanted to die. He didn't realize it was this easy to fuck up words, but he did it. He really did.

Interacting with @Gem Stuart

As her and Pierre had continued to talk, she was startled from behind form a person approaching her. She whipped around quickly, curious as to who had tapped her shoulder. Though, her face softened into a grin when she saw her study buddy.

"Gem!! You really came!" She exclaimed, shocked he wasn't too weirded out before. Overall, she was pleased to see he had shown up. "You look really nice, I like the-the, uh, hairpins. They look nice, they make your eyes pop, really. How are you?" He had blurted out, like he had no idea what to say. She giggled at his loss for words and smiled brightly. "I'm really good, thank you! I think Maggie is going to start the movie soon, though I think I'm going to sit in the back. You can sit with me if you'd like?" She had offered, hoping he didn't say no. Brielle wasn't desperate, but she didn't really know anyone here except for Maggie, and she seemed to be busy.

She took his hand and brought him over to the blanket fort, motioning for him to sit down. She seated herself on the ground, fluffing a pillow that was behind her. She then crossed her legs and looked back up at him. "So tell me what you did today." It was a really lame attempt at a conversation starter, but she figured it was better than nothing.

Interacting with @Brielle Gray, @Remy Alto, @Maggie Parker, & @Gem Stuart

Piérre dashed across the room, quickly dropping off the pumpkin juice and dumping the candy on a nearby table.

Nodding at his handiwork, Piérre brushed off his hands and turned to Maggie, who was observing everyone coming in.

”Lovely work, Maggie!” He called. ”What kind of movie are we watching tonight? I would personally suggest Ferris Bueller’s Day Off!”

Piérre grinned again, looking around the room decorated with colored streamers and lights, the remains of the sparkling firecrackers that he had set off now beginning to fade and lose themselves by dispersing though the room. The house elf cranking the record player in the corner gave a nice touch. ”Hiya!” Piérre waved excitedly. ”Thanks for helping out, guy!” The house elf waved a hand as if it were no big deal before nodding to the young wizard in acknowledgement. A second later, it smiled as it waved toward someone behind Piérre.

Someone nudged Piérre and he spun to face the Slytherin girl who had stood up from her table to cheer Piérre on when he had gotten the Howler a few days ago. Her glossy black hair was done up very informally, yet attractively, tied up in a ponytail with a velvety green scrunchie. Placed to tie back any flowing bits of hair were some pleasant green barrettes. She was dressed in a cute nightgown of pastel green, the same color as Piérre’s pajamas, but the difference was that hers was lined with exquisite white lace. This was a real Slytherin. Her and the boy a few feet away who was talking with Maggie. From what Piérre saw, he was carrying a plastic bag with what looked like chips inside. Cool! Muggle foods were pretty great.

But back to the Slytherin girl. She, like Piérre, was sporting a small smirk, as if she was just as excited and ready to cause trouble as he was.

"We going to get crazy tonight or what?"

”What makes you say that we aren’t 10/6ths mad as it is?” Piérre jested, warming himself up for the night to come. ”Hey, you’re the Slytherin that stood up with me when I got the Howler! That was epic!” Piérre crossed his arms playfully. ”Looks like I might get a partner in crime after all. What’s your name? I don’t think I picked on up that day.”

Piérre glanced around the room, noticing the other people. Most of them were chatting with one another in small groups, but Piérre noticed a boy on the outskirts of the room, who was clutching a pillow close to his chest. He looked rather nervous, as if he had never been around other people, or at least didn’t like to be around other people in such a big environment such as this.

Piérre was sure to remedy that.

”Hey!” Piérre called over to him, cupping a hand. ”Hey_ Hey, brown hair, dark eyes, specs! Hey come over here! I don’t bite!” Piérre turned to the Slytherin girl. ”Often.” He said, whispering out of the corner of his mouth.

The presence of another boy caused Piérre to observe the newcomer, who was currently talking to the Slytherin girl.

His hair was relatively long, but styled in a rather quaint quiff which barely covered his eyes. He seemed to be just as awkward as the boy at the wall that Piérre had just called to.

”Hullo?” Piérre questioned, waving at him in a small greeting. ”Ciao, who are you?”

People started flooding in, many of which Marian had not even seen. Already she took mental note of those who were going to be troublemakers. The boy she had greeted replied very politely, which was a good sign. She had seen some of the students, but most of them were unfamiliar.

A boy rushed inand Marian could tell he was trouble. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but smile at his antics. He disgusted her at the same time. A show-off.

Everyone had brought a snack but her. Luckily, she had come second, so she could pretend that she had. She picked up the words "Cream puffs" from someone else's conversation, only to find out there were none. This made her look at the snack table, whose contents were piling high. Marian walked over to the food, her only close friend here. She stuck her hand into a red bag labeled "Doritos." She pulled out bright orange chips that somehow transfigured her hands orange.

"What kind of spell did you put on these, to make my hands turn orange?" Marian asked, walking over to Dan, the obviously Irish boy who had brought them. Marian picked up a chip and bit it. Her eyes widened at the deliciousness in such a small chip. "Merlin's beard, that is delicious!" She exclaimed.

@Charlotte Cadunt & @Maggie Parker, @Sylvie Maple, @Sonatine Webbs, @Dan Palmer, @Marian Lynch, @Ruthie Greer, @Remy Alto, & @Oliver Lock

Carson thought it was easier to think of this as more of a hangout than a first date. Only, him and Charlotte had never really hung out before, and it was beginning to become clear that Carson didn’t actually know that much about Charlotte.

He wanted to know, though, so he supposed this was as good a time as ever. The two had agreed that they’d meet up at Maggie’s, even though they were in the same house and could’ve walked together. Carson had assumed that him and Charlotte would be getting there at different, times, though, so he actually suggested the idea.

Since Maggie and him were best friends, Carson wasn’t really worried about not knowing anyone there. After all, the two were partners in crime, and Carson knew basically all of Maggie’s friends, vice versa.

When he arrived, Carson wasn’t surprised, at all. It wasn’t unlike Maggie to go all out when throwing a party, and this was no exception. Nothing was completely over-the-top or fancy, but it had a cozy, homey feeling that made Carson literally feel like he could spend eternity there.

“‘Sup, Mags.” he greeted, his hands tucked in the pockets of his athletic shorts. They hit right above his knee and were navy-blue with a white nike swoosh on the side. He had on a short-sleeved t-shirt from the football camp he’d been in over the summer, with a Chicago Bears sweatshirt on.

“You’ve got a turnout, huh?” he commented, laughing slightly as he gazed at all the people in the room. “I’m Carson, by the way.” he greeted, grinning widely at the small crowd around Maggie. Two were first year girls, two he knew, Sylvie and Dan, and the other two were second years Carson had seen around the castle from time to time.

“Before you say anything, I did bring snacks. Well, Charlotte’s bringing them for both of us because we’re going as a couple.” he finished his statement proudly, puffing his chest slightly and grinning. He thought it was the most impressive thing in the world to land a date with Charlotte Cadunt, and he intended to flaunt the fact as much as he could.

“Speaking of, where’s Oliver?” Carson smirked, teasing his lovesick friend. Maggie had fancied the boy since first year, and Carson was planning on teasing her until she made a move.

Gem felt a lot more comfortable that Brielle hadn't said anything about his miserable word vomit, feeling relieved that the nervousness began to slowly slip away. He huffed, his eyes losing the wideness, his smile becoming a lot more obviously genuine and less like he'd just killed someone and hid the body and was now trying to engage in casual conversation. He really needed to stop thinking up niche emotions and facial expressions.

"Yeh, the back s' always a fun place ta sit, good if ya wanna make snide comments about a film wivout gettin' dirty looks," He winked, turning his head to get a good look at the boy that Brielle had previously been speaking to. His skin was fair, and he was... a bit intimidating, the way that his dark hair curled around his face, the sharp facial expression he had on-- not that that really knocked Gem off his balance, it just jarred him a bit.
"Aye, Gem Stuart. Pleasure." He held his hand out, offering a polite handshake as he usually did.

He didn't stick around for very long, though, as he had come for only one person in particular. He tipped around to go and seat himself beside the Slytherin, reaching around to grab a pillow and lay it on his lap-- a habit he'd picked up and never dropped on when he discovered reading was much more comfortable this way. He was all ears from that point, resting an elbow on the pillow, his cheek in his palm.

"Mmm, what did I do? Hmm... Well, I hate ta be the most Ravenclaw Ravenclaw ta ever roam the earth, but I mostly just read, wrote, and spent a good hour an' a half bein' scared about how this wos gonna go. I'm glad I came, though, really." He smiled at her again, a lot softer, sort of going back on his philosophy of Never Staring by Definitely Creepily Staring at how pretty her eyes were.

He felt lucky he caught himself before she did.

"Well, enough about me and my comically lame school life. Wot did'ja do? Not that there was very mooch ta do today, but... aye, you seem like you could make a borin' day fun. You certainly did for me." While he spoke, he looked around the room, taking in all the movement, the people-- oh hey, he even saw Lark. He'd have to talk to her again, it felt like a while since he had. They'd all been so busy, talking to other people, school... he felt his stomach drop a bit, but distracted himself by attending to Brielle again, his shoulders perked up and eyebrows raised- clearly, he was very ready to listen.

@Dan Palmer, @Marian Lynch, @Sonatine Webbs, @Ruthie Greer, @Lark Flaer, @Euphrasia Millie, @Sylvie Maple, @Brielle Gray, @Gem Stuart, @Remy Alto, @Carson Miller, & @Oliver Lock

Maggie couldn’t stop grinning. She felt like the lovechild of the Cheshire and the Joker but in a good way, if that made sense. The turnout to her party was amazing, with faces old and new flowing through the classroom door. It was hard to believe that the room had felt empty before, as it now was filled with pajama-wearing students, snacks, and lights.

"Hey Maggie. Love what ya did with the place. Should I put these with the rest?" Dan greeted, fully decked-out in his Irish Quidditch pajamas. Maggie, who was quite a fan of Quidditch herself, and thankfully for Dan, a fellow fan of the Irish team, smiled brightly at her first guest.

“Go for it. I should’ve guessed you’d show up in Irish Quidditch pajamas, Dan— you’re lucky I cheer for them too.” she winked, laughing a little as another guest walked in. This one was a new face, a very pretty girl with brown eyes and hair. Squinting, Maggie tried to remember who she looked like— aha! She looked like Eleven!

“Hello... Maggie?" the Eleven-lookalike half-greeted, half-asked, as she walked into the room. Maggie nodded, a smile painted onto her face as she looked to the new girl. "Hello, I'm Marian Lynch. And you are?

The question was obviously directed towards Dan, seeing as Marian already knew her name. Marian seemed like a really nice girl, her manners were good too. Maggie loved her outfit— especially her sweatshirt. Before she could comment on it, though, another two girls walked in.

One had beautiful purple hair, a color Maggie immediately promised to herself that she’d practice. The other had blonde hair and pretty grey-ish blue eyes, and they both seemed to be first years.

“Hi. I’m Sonatine.” the purple-haired girl greeted, the shyness in her tone creeping through and reminding her of Min-seo a little bit.

“Hey! I’m so glad you came, all of you. The Irish kid in the green is Dan Palmer, he’s on the Slytherin Quidditch team and he’s a second year. The girl with the pretty red sweatshirt is Marian, she’s new as well, and I’m Maggie.” Maggie said, introducing herself while Marian and Dan talked.

"Hiya, this is the start-of-the-school-year party, isn't it? I'm Ruthie," the other girl, Ruthie, greeted. Maggie nodded, her eyes immediately drifting down towards the tin in the girl’s hands. “I brought tablet.” she commented, almost as if she was reading Maggie’s mind.

“Hey! I’m glad you could come. I’m Maggie, this is Sonatine, Dan, and Marian.” she smiled, pointing to each person as she introduced them. “I think you and Sonatine are in the same year, right? What houses are you guys in?”

Just then, Lark walked in, and Maggie waved to her with a beaming smile. She commented about never having seen a movie before, causing Dan to voice every muggleborn child’s thoughts at that moment in his heavy Irish accent. Millie walked in, furthering Dan’s bewilderment in an incredulous tone.

“Well, no pressure or anything.” Maggie laughed, her hair turning orange at the ends as she joked around.

Piérre made the entrance of the century, followed by Sylvie, who Maggie greeted with a wave. She was actually very good friends with the blonde-haired Slytherin, and she liked her a lot.

"Sorry, I was going to bring cream puffs but.... they didn't come out too well." Maggie laughed along with Sylvie, even if she didn’t know what had actually happened. Enough had been implied that she was able to connect the dots.

A girl Maggie didn’t recognize entered, and she immediately began to talk to Piérre. Remy walked in, muttering a small “Hi”, and then another unfamiliar face made its way into the room. Finally, Carson bounded in, a spring in his step as he entered the room. Marian made a comment about Doritos that made Maggie laugh, but it was cut off by Carson. He introduced himself to the newcomers, greeted Maggie, and finally, spilt the beans.

“Before you say anything, I did bring snacks. Well, Charlotte’s bringing them for both of us because we’re going as a couple.” Maggie’s eyes flew wide in surprise, her hair turning white as her mouth gasped open.

Carson had been pining of Charlotte since he first saw her— which was basically like the beginning of first year. Maggie honestly didn’t think that he’d had it in him, but apparently he’d grown some and asked her out.

“No way!” Maggie squealed, tackling Carson in a huge hug. She stepped back, holding a hand over her heart like an old mother.

“I’m so proud! My wittle baby boy is all grown up!” Maggie pinched Carson’s cheeks, only to have him swat them away as she mocked him.

“Speaking of, where’s Oliver?” he asked, causing Maggie to immediately go red and hit him on the back of the head.

“Shut up, you whore.” she joked, laughing as she bickered with him. “I’ll be back— I have to go greet the new kids over there with Piérre.”

Maggie walked over to the small group of three, who were kind-of tucked away from all the people and conversation. One was a girl with dark hair and blue eyes, with a green scrunchie and barretts. Maggie didn’t want to say it outright— but she kind of looked like a VSCO girl. Maggie didn’t know if the girl knew what that was, but she wouldn’t want to risk it.

The other kid she didn’t recognize was a boy with deep-set brown eyes and fluffy brown hair. She hadn’t ever seen him before, so she was unsure as to wether he was a first or second year.

“Hey guys!” she greeted, smiling at the trio. “What’s up Piérre?” she added, giving the younger boy a small fist-bump.

“I’m Maggie— Im glad that you guys could make it. What year are you guys in?”

Interacting with @Brielle Gray, @Maggie Parker, & @Gem Stuart

There was a pause as the Slytherin girl spoke, and then the boy responded after thinking for a beat.

"Yeh, the back s' always a fun place ta sit, good if ya wanna make snide comments about a film wivout gettin' dirty looks,"

The boy’s expression, once wide-eyed and borderline paranoid, slowly faded, and his face returned to neutrality, and then broke open in a pleasant smile, like someone ready to properly interact and socialize. Winking once, he looked over at Piérre. Piérre spotted something flicker behind the boy’s eyes and Piérre tipped his head in confusion. Had that been fear that had flitted for the briefest moment behind those eyes?

Piérre’s brow creased. He wasn’t that intimidating, was he? Foreign, yes, possessing a strong Italian jawline, yes, but intimidating?

Just as quickly as it had happened, though, the look immediately faded away, and the boy held out his hand in a handshake before Piérre could. Smiling, Piérre took the hand, shaking firmly as was custom in Italy to prove your confidence.

"Aye, Gem Stuart. Pleasure."

”Piérre Marchonné.” Piérre responded brightly. ”Charmed.”

The boy didn’t focus to Piérre for long, which Piérre was semi-thankful for, and instead Gem, that was his name, turned back to the Slytherin girl, walking around briskly before sitting down and grabbing a nearby pillow that was one of what seemed dozens scattered on the floor. Resting and elbow on it, he put his chin in his hand.

"Mmm, what did I do? Hmm... Well, I hate ta be the most Ravenclaw Ravenclaw ta ever roam the earth, but I mostly just read, wrote, and spent a good hour an' a half bein' scared about how this wos gonna go. I'm glad I came, though, really."

Gem looked back up at the Slytherin girl, smiling. Even though he was trying exceptionally hard, Piérre immediately our two and two together. It was too obvious, being a native Italian and all. Guy loves girl, girl doesn’t know, both parties find out though embarrassing and or awkward experience. A Romeo and Juliet, minus the unnecessary death and poison, of course.

"Well, enough about me and my comically lame school life. Wot did'ja do? Not that there was very mooch ta do today, but... aye, you seem like you could make a borin' day fun. You certainly did for me."

Piérre smiled, letting his ears pique unintentionally.

”Eh, nothing much...” He said, rubbing his nails on his shirt and inspecting them playfully. ”I had to sneak past my twin and the fat lady, and avoid the shrieking stairs, but nothing much. Hey, I brought carbonated pumpkin juice and animal roars if you guys wanna try some later!” Piérre couldn’t help but jump a little in excitement.

A sudden thought hit him. He had a new idea for a prank.

”Hey, um... You’re in Slytherin, right? And you...” Piérre waved a finger at Gem. ”I’ve seen you with other Ravenclaws! Hey, would you guys mind if I asked for a tie from each of you? It’s...” Piérre’s mind raced quickly, thinking of an excuse. ”For a project! An art project! I want to depict all four houses and use a part of the uniform for decoration! Is that okay?” Piérre smiled gently, as if trying to coax the two into being convinced.

”Hey guys!”

Piérre spun at the approaching voice in time to see Maggie pacing up to them.

”Maggie!” Piérre said brightly, waving at her. ”Awesome crowd! Wish I was half as popular as you. If I had a quarter...” Piérre paused. ”Nope... Galleon, sorry... Galleon for every person here, I would probably have at least three Firebolts already! Great turnout, eh?”

Maggie raised a fist and Piérre eagerly fistbumped, making sure of make an explosion sound as they connected.

”What’s up, Piérre?” Maggie turned to Gem and the Slytherin girl. “I’m Maggie— Im glad that you guys could make it. What year are you guys in?”

Piérre waved a hand. ”Aw, you already know what year I’m in. I was actually just telling these two about how I snuck past Romeo and the fat lady to get here. Ran into a couple of ghosts on my way too. May have had bloody baron in that mix. Good times... good times... So, what movie are we planning on watching? I personally suggest ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’.”