We'll frolic and play, the eskimo way. ( OPEN TO ALL )

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Very rarely did Trent not attend an unsanctioned party. If they were small, he knew better than to drag his greasy head in, but big parties? He was a sucker for a big party. Better yet, he blended in fairly well at them; after all, Trent was rather baby faced, as well as the fact that he well convinced himself that no one really took his class. Who would? People like Trent, mostly, looking for an easy O, who know all the answers. He got his job for taking on a bullshit class. Trent could only hope that his students were more like him than assumed, as Trent would never fuckin' snitch, and neither should they.

Upon arrival, he rubbed his hands together for warmth, and passed a group of fifth years that immediately, fearfully shuffled close together. "Pfff, don't chicken out because of me," Trent raised his arms gallantly, like a noble skeeze willing to bestow freedom. This only caused them to run faster, leaving the igloo in a hurry. His arms fell back to his sides, and he rolled his eyes. People were too skittish. Teens were too cowardly.

Trent found himself at the end of the drinks table, pouring himself a glass of vodka and coke. However, it seems he found his way in the middle of a poorly dressed rumble. "Oh my god, hold your booze, for Merlin's sake," Trent shook his head, but made no move to intervene. Instead, he turned to the crowd and scanned the faces for a drunk enough girl to try to dance with.

Llewellyn pinched the spliff between his index and thumb, inhaling deeply. As the burn spread across his chest he was contented. Green eyes watered slightly at the singe, but it was only the best kind of agony, like flossing or lactic acid build up after a long jog or sucking down a slurpee way too fast. He held it in for a long while, quietly passing it back to his friend as he zoned out beyond The Black Lake towards the Ground Keepers cabin and beyond. Once his lungs where drained he answered. 

"I'll never ken why," he commented. Llewellyn was like that though. Always down on himself, never quite believing he was worth it. He wasn't though, in all accuracy. He didn't quite do anything right and he wasn't even a terrific friend. It was always an afterthought too, as he looked back on the things he said or did, especially in regards to his mates. His lack of self awareness prevented him from ever correcting those same shitty qualities. It was just a perpetual cycle of jumbled blunders, one right after another. Kai didn't deserve that. He was a good friend. One that Llewellyn knew he didn't always fully appreciate. 

But, well, there they were, weren't they? Standing there sharing a spliff. He could've pushed Kai away a long time ago, but he didn't. Llewellyn was selfish like that, too. "I mean, your just like, really cool. Everyone likes you, yeah? Such a good guy. Then here I am. Don't make much sense to me honestly."

He looked down at his vans and shuffled them in the snow. He felt the cold seep into the canvas shoe, but the rest of his body remained toasty. Llewellyn was a bit like a pet in the sense that he was a constant source of warmth. Maybe that's why Kai kept him around. "I don't get this though,"  he said, nodding towards the igloo. "I know you love your sister and all and want to support her but christ. Those dudes have no chill."

He watched quietly as an unmistakably tall figure approached the party. After his entrance, several girls rushed out of the entrance with a look of disgust. Suddenly Llewellyn found himself biting his tongue and feeling rather bad for Dani. He had nothing personal against Professor Travis but a Professor showing up anywhere could really kill the mood. 

Kaimana Ohme
Trent Travis

"Oh, Olive, it's okay, it's not like ..." Harriet trailed off and turned to look at Cadence. It wasn't like that ... was it? Harriet was a trifle naive and always believed the best of people by default. As it was, she barely had an inkling of what Olive was insinuating.  Anyway, at her age and maturity level, the thought that a boy might find her at all interesting was more flattering than anything else.  She took a step back from the Gryffindor boy she didn't really know as she began to consider it, but as soon as his eyes began to look the teensiest bit watery, she took three steps back toward him, feeling defensive. Olive was a friend, but she was being rather rough with people's feelings just now and Harriet didn't like that.  "He hasn't done anything." she declared, "Try to be nice!"

Cadence Strife
Olive Greene

Daniyah watched Davina Jade carefully, more specifically, she watched the cup that she clutched tightly between her girlishly manicured fingers lift up to her face and the brim graze her lips. But, rather suddenly, her attention was pulled from the Slytherin to the scene that was in development near by between Harriet, Cadence, and Olive. Nothing was out of the ordinary, that she could agree with. Cadence was being... well... Daniyah had briefly experienced Cadence in the kitchens and the outcome had not been at all ordinary. He might have been fit but his social skills were abysmal. She'd never seen another student lack so much discretion... Well. Perhaps Roberts was on par with Cadence, but even then Roberts had at least the sensibility to kind of apologize. 

Then there was Olive, who was her usual impetuous self, but this time without the mental filter. Daniyah was rather surprised considering she seriously doubted the existence of any kind of filter on Greene's mouth. All in all, everyone was behaving rather typical, if not slightly amplified versions of themselves. Perhaps she should have had more faith in her schoolmates integrity. 

Turning her attention back to Davina she continued their conversation willfully. 

"Roberts is... well, I've known him from The Common Room of course. He has his values and he's very stuck on them. He think's I'm clueless because my type of knowledge isn't conventional, and admittedly I've played into that role on multiple occasions. That's okay though. I think I'd like to keep it that way. It's always better to be the dark horse. You're the last person people will suspect to be successful. I'm sure you know that. You're Slytherin after all," she spoke brightly. In truth, there was a part of Daniyah that truly appreciated the values of those that fell beneath the crest of the snake and could really empathize. 

"Plus, I was trying to distract him from whatever you were researching. What was it anywaaaa-" Daniyah's voice suddenly tapered off and her eyes got wide as she spotted Trent Travis coming through the door. Visually perturbed she paused the conversation. "I'm really so sorry, but I'll be right back," she excused herself politely and approached Professor Travis. 

"Wow! Professor! What a surprise to see you here. I don't remember giving you an invitation, not that I mind. You're a Professor. You can do what you want... Happy New Year by the way! Would you like some cake?"  Daniyah greeted, inwardly unnerved but somehow managing to put forth her brightest of smiles to the sake of... everyone in the parties sanity and self-preservation. She was not having this jerk ruin her hard work. 

His friend broke the silence once more, the peaceful scape of the lakeside echoing his gentle words. The corners of Kai's lips tugged down into a frown as he spoke, but he made no move to interrupt his friend. Llewellyn was just sort of like this. Would it be called depression? It was an unfamiliar concept to Kai, he understood that much. But if anyone had taught Kai the rawness of emotions, of how hurt one can be without having to say much at all, it was his best friend. Did he hold it against him? Why would he? Why would Kai ever fault anyone as real as Llewellyn? It was admirable, it was pure.

There were more than enough times that Llewellyn had hurt Kai. His words cut deeper than no other at times. But Kai didn't believe it was purposeful. If it was purposeful, he was forgiven. The Ohme boy could pick himself up better than most, he did not know the trials others have faced, but he knew empathy because of this. He was blissfully unaware of this, he knew little of himself and the world and only that he craved positive vibes, positive moments in time. Memories that people could hold onto. A place where scars could not grow. He didn't want anyone to feel like they didn't have a friend.

"I mean, your just like, really cool. Everyone likes you, yeah? Such a good guy. Then here I am. Don't make much sense to me honestly."

Really cool? A good guy?

Kai's cheeks grew heated, and he thought on this for a bit. "I- I don't know if everyone likes me..." He murmured, as if to actually answer Llewellyn's question. But he knew better than to assume everyone liked him, right? He found friendship in the oddest places, but certain conversations still haunted him. Bullies of past years, friends that weren't meant to be. Kai didn't see himself the way Llewellyn did. It seemed they both saw each other much higher than they did themselves. He couldn't help but smile at the thought. It was funny how the world worked like that, wasn't it?

"Llewellyn," He lifted his gaze from the ice, "You're just... So you. And it's, like, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. If I'm like, really cool, you're like... A warm sunset on the beach, which is, like, the dopest shit? Way more dope than being cool." He took a moment, scratching his chin in ponder, to take the joint back from his friend, before speaking again, "I can't really explain how like... How much I fancy you, bruv. It's like... Trying to explain my favorite color. I can try, but nothing really compares, y'feel. Like, orange is totally super fun and brightens up like, everything around it. Bruv, you're orange."

With that, he took a long moment to take a hit. He passed it back to Llewellyn, hazy eyes following his gaze to the igloo. Kai released upon the sight of Professor Travis, coughing like a fuckin' dweeb and waving the smoke from his face. He wasn't so worried that the professor would break the party up, but more so that he'd fuck it up. Kai could already see Dani's face... Wide eyed and in shock. He wished there was something he could do.

"Daniyah is really capable, I have almost complete faith in her," Almost? "Like, sometimes she completely goes in over her head, but I don't think I've ever seen her, like, not completely succeed at whatever. She's great like that." He wiped his lips and wished he brought a drink with him. His throat was constricting with the fire and cotton. "I don't get it either. I hope she's okay... Maybe I shouldn't have left..." He shook his head almost immediately, "Too much negativity, f'real, I can't deal with that."

Admittedly, Trent wasn't really a dancer. He mostly just gyrated. Something that he liked to call "Falling Off the Skateboard" where he waved his arms a lot in circles and just sort of... Tipped and toppled. It was awful, completely awful, but one doesn't get far in life like him without literally not caring. Hell, he hated dancing. But if it meant getting up close to girls, he was willing to make that sacrifice. Besides, grinding took zero work. There was a reason why it was the only way shitty guys like him would ever be on a dance floor.

"Wow! Professor! What a surprise--"

Oh, for fuck sake. Green eyes bored down at the tiny Ravenclaw and Trent downed the rest of his drink within seconds of her presence. "Oh, it's your party?" Trent tilted his head, "I didn't realize." In truth, he had no idea who started it, only that he had heard wind of it the day before. Clearly, she did not care for him to know it was her's, else she would've been a bit more tactful. No, she likely knew Trent wasn't here to take names. Either that, or she was a bit on the fritz about something, based on how she wouldn't shut up. Or maybe she was stupid. Trent didn't have the information to say, this confrontation was not something he cared to even humor her with.

"Fucking... Chill out, Ohme. What's got your panties all twisted? Why don't you go shoot up whatever your brother's shovin' into his dick outside and relax a little. Leave me in peace," He snatched the vodka bottle from the table yet again and haphazardly poured more than a fair share into his cup. This time he didn't even bother with the coke. "No, I'm on a diet, thanks," Trent waved his hand at her, to tell her to scoot away, "You've got to get your guests in line. They're snapping their fingers and all that. Once you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way, I've heard, you have to get them while they're young."

i had this one in mind immediately i Had to

Davina smirked when Dani expressed her lack of appreciation for Dale, and gave her an enigmatic shrug when she said wasn't expected to succeed. The Slytherin had heard much worse about her, especially from her own housemates, when she was younger; she was callous to those types of verbal attacks. No one knew her like she knew herself, and she knew what she wanted. It was no one's business and she didn't care who she impressed or surprised.

Smiling at Daniyah's interest in her research, she was on the verge of telling her all about how close she was to transforming when Professor Travis decided to show up to the party igloo. "Shitshitshitshit," Davina mumbled into her cup, letting Daniyah leave her standing there to do damage control. This could go one of two way, bad or horrible. On the one hand, Davina had heard that this particular Professor was basically a Hogwarts Student come back to hang out with younger students. Being muggleborn, Davina didn't see the need in taking his class, so she didn't really know. It was possible that he could really be chill about this. On the other hand, if he stayed without ratting anyone out, it would probably for the weird/creepy route. Like... Cadence-heavybreathing-near-females creepy.

Deciding that she might be running out of time to get a nice buzz, Davina chugged the rest of her drink before refilling her cup from the yummy blue punch bowl. Keeping her calm exterior, she anxiously looked at all the students that were possibly about to get busted. HAHA! Cadence Strife was already crying about something so he was definitely going to flip out again, it was possible that @harriet might be another crier along with Olive Greene (she was already super intense). Judge wouldn't care and just laugh at everyone with Davina, and everyone was kind of in between. Well, if she was lucky, she's be able to drink some more and have a good time. If she was really lucky, she'd be able to watch it all crumble.

Gently stunned by Kai's epodic words, Llewellyn stood there feeling slightly ill, in all sincerity. The blood rushed from his body and into his cheeks and pounding heart leaving the teenager lightheaded and overwhelmed as he held the burning joint obtusely. He dared not stir, far too concerned that Kai would detect his reaction and ask if something was awry. Thankfully he was far too concerned with the well-being of his sister to even realize the quavering effect his words had on his fellow Hufflepuff and best friend. Llewellyn wanted to run, and it was an impulse so deeply ingrained in his escapist psyche that it took his full concentration to fight that urge to flee. Noticing the slight tremble in his hands he dropped the roach into the snow and shoved them in his pockets before his body could further betray him. 

The words felt intimate, and Llewellyn found himself questioning if they really were, or if it had just been his own cognitive state and the effects fairy cake hitting him at full peak. Kai was of course anything but sober, but the two of them were old warhorses of the party scene. They had surely moved beyond the weepy delirium that usually affected those less inclined to regularly attend these sorts of soirees. 

Forgetting he had just shoved his hands in his pockets a moment ago, he undid the top button to his button down and loosened his tie. He was burning up, and he wished so very badly his heart would quiet down. They were bros, and it was just a compliment from bro to bro. He didn't say any more on the matter. Talking about feelings wasn't his gig, and Kai knew that. What he didn't always know was what lingered beneath his aerial surface. 

Kai's offhand affections moved Llewellyn, more than he would ever know or more than Llewellyn cared to admit to. He doubted Kai would speak that way if he knew what it did to him, and how long he'd been swallowing his own bilious yearnings. 

He reached out and touched the back of Kai's arm and let it linger. The propinquity felt good. He lingered because he was allowed to, because he was doing it partially out of comfort and partially out of his own selfish hunger. Then, he spoke. 

"We should make sure she's okay," he advised when he felt his voice was reliable enough to act. His gaze flickered to Kai and back to the igloo. "I have a bad feeling about it."


Kaimana Ohme
hi my name's critter and i gave you literally nothing to reply to SORRY

"Just peachy, it's been on my list of things to get through. 'make a big stupid oaf 'emotional and feely' check, what you gonna cry next?" she said mockingly, feeling particularly sharp tonight. It was weird, not because she was saying them, she was always pretty blunt and straightforward, and maybe a bit catty. That she always did... but most of it usually occurred mentally because saying that kind of shit all the time lead to fights that she didn't have the time to deal with when she had to pour all of her love for Colin. Just as she'd said it she noticed the tear trickle from his eye, and she felt a twinge of guilt.. just a twinge. Lets be real folks, he wasn't no colin, so if some unknown Gryffindor cried, well boohoo for you, but still... she did feel the teensiest bit bad.

She turned away from his stupid crying face and well what she saw didn't make her feel any better. A professor ... HERE? Well crap. Time to bounce. Every Gryffindor knew the secret to getting away with things was to flee before the authorities noticed you, and in this case, it meant Professor Travis. Yeah he was a 'cool' guy in a weird sort of sense that he let students watch muggle movies in class, but he was also a complete and total ass who wouldn't hesitate to hold it over any of their heads like he was a merciful god. Too much material for blackmail here, she quickly turned to avoid his stare, her heart racing wildly as it did,

"yeah yeah be nice to the big cry baby okay gotcha" she replied rather distractedly to Harriet. Well if he wasn't messin with her she supposed she could let him fly. Olive lowered her voice and leaned close to her friend "look we gotta bounce. Travis is over there, the punch is spiked and we're all gonna be screwed.. really really fast.." Maybe Harriet didn't know better. Hufflpuffs you know, they always saw the good in people, but Olive saw them as they were. She could smell trouble from a mile away and she'd do anything to help a friend out. Olive looked up at Cadence and rolled her eyes "you should scat too, but more because you're being such a pussy with those waterfalls. You wouldn't want to end up on the rumor wall.. just sayin"

@harriet & Cadence Strife

"The first."

She said it with a pause. She was trying to figure out if that was supposed to be flattering because she could not see how. She slightly raised her eyebrows as he began to talk about wind and fate. She slowly shook her head.

"Fate is not something that comes across a blow of wind. Fate is not even anything that exists."

No one would ever convince Kensi that things happened for a reason. Things happened because people did things which caused actions but that was not fate. Fate would mean it was going to happen no matter what you did.

"I'll give it to you, it sounds nice. Thinking that something like that could happen, but look around you. Everyone here, myself included is a breakdown waiting to happen."

Judge

He let out a deep sigh. What? Was this little girl defending him? Not that there was anything to defend him against but still the thought was nice. He wiped his last tear and knew that he needed to pull it together. He blinked a minute as some more people had gathered just into the party generally, but he had to speak to Olive first who was still insulting him. Wow that was amazing, just insult him in front of the innocent little girl while he cried. Not that Cadence needed help convincing the young girl to be his friend but Olive was helping him more than he had ever imagined.

He did not want his voice to shake when he spoke this time. However he did not care about sounding like a man either. He knew the moment that he had lost it by crying anything that would have been considered a man card was long gone.

"You're mean Olive, I kind of like it but next time let's hope it's not some, well special type of punch that makes you be oh so insultful."

Say what you want about Cadence, call him weak or a crybaby, or even a little bitch boy but right now at least from a physical stand point Olive Greene had been the mean one. Broken down an otherwise silent boy who was just confused. Time to bounce? Hell yes please.

"Yeah, let's go."

He said as he turned to @harriet .

"Come on kid, let's go find some ice cream."

There were times when Daniyah wondered why she ever bothered being nice to people. This was one of those times, as she stared at Professor Travis with this sort of contrived simper that hinted ever so lightly at just what the Eagle's assessment of Professor Travis had been. Usually, Daniyah was a great actress, but every great entertainer broke role on occasion. Trent's ribald dialogue had embittered her buoyant hostess disposition. What's worse, is that from behind Professor Travis's back she could see her guests leaving... in droves. 

And then he spoke of her brother which caused the gentle wave of annoyance to swell into a massive flood of acrimony. A forced smile turned downwards, faltering. If looks could kill, Professor Trent would be six feet under with twelve bullets in his body and perhaps a knife jab or twenty for good luck. 

Daniyah was not a violent person, but when it came to family... Well, that was a topic for another day.

Despite these thoughts however, she managed to keep it together, albeit a tad bit perceivably unhappy. She took a moment to recoup her humor and then responded politely. 

"Well, I would Professor, but it seems the party is over. I'm not naming names here, but it seems a sudden presence has... dampened the mood. Anyway, please, help yourself to beverage, and I wish you a wonderful evening." 

She turned on her heels and headed towards the door to sorely bid her farewells to her guests. 

Trent Travis

The stillness in the air was broken by the shuffling feet of passerby. Kai's clouded gaze followed the numerous students that decided to jump ship, and he bit his lip with prolonged contemplation, a churning in his brain to think, think, think what he could possibly do to stop this... really unfortunate brouhaha. But. Kai wasn't courageous. He wasn't the type to save a party, and he was hardly capable enough to protect his sister. His body fell loose, the fear was waves up his thin stature, and Kai did not move an inch, even as he watched his peers abandon his sister's work.

He could defend her with fists tight and teeth clenched, but she stood realms above him in conflict adeptness. He was the quiet child, the one who stood in the back and lacked the proper gears to step beyond his lane if he couldn't feel the justice in it. Hell, even when he stood up for her, the fear stung his eyes. He was a sad sight, for sure, but...

The hypnosis broken from the shimmering lake, Kai turned to Llewellyn, whom lingered close. His lips parted, surprised by his friend's sudden melancholy. "Bro..." Eyes widened, questionably falling on Llewellyn's flushed cheeks, "I had no idea that you were so concerned about Dani..." As if suddenly inspired, Kai patted his friend on the shoulder with a wide smile. "You're right, man. I gotta... I gotta help her out, though. Shit, I'm such a coward, f'real, shit dawg, like!" He bounced in place for a few seconds, as if to pump himself up.

"I'm so glad, y'know? That we're both looking out for her. Got my back n' shit. Wow," Kai pushed his fluffy hair out of his face, before forcing his legs to take him toward the igloo. Shaking and uncertain, but confident through intoxication and what seemed to be his friend's genuine concern.

Inside, things were about the same as they were before. People arguing, drinking endless amounts of blue drank. But there approached Daniyah, clearly shaken and stirred in all the wrong ways. It was, like, a total tragedy, man. And Kai wasn't having it.

"Heyyy," He pushed himself into Daniyah's way, stopping what he presumed was her departure, "Heyyyyyyy, Okhti. What's up? Don't tell me it's all over?"