Ok, so some slight spanish in this chapter, but the line after it explains what she means
umm author this time is Rhiannon-la
and time for character refresh
Fiona is Laney/Jizzy
Gerri is Lizzy/LizzAnn
Reed is Cori
A.J. is me/Rhiannon-la

thanks for waiting for the third chapter
I know it was a really long wait
but hopefully it's worth it

Disclaimer: I own nothing more than the OCs, sorry

"Well," Fiona passed everyone a shot glass. "It's an awesome drinking game. You tell something you've never done and if anyone has, they drink a shot."

"So who's going first?" Ginny started pouring the whiskey into her glass, passing the bottle to George.

"I will!" Luna raised her hand eagerly. "Ummm, I never have dyed my hair."

Half the room, plus a sheepish looking Draco, downed their glass. A.J. nearly choked on hers because she was laughing. "So Draco, what is your real hair color?"

"Oi, that's not part of the game!" He screeched.

"We can make it a part of the game." Fiona replied.
"No, no that's just mean." Gerri smacked Fi upside her head.

"I'm going next," Seamus, said, "I've never kissed a guy." All the girls tipped back their heads and swallowed the whiskey, but to everyone's surprise, so did Draco and Justin Finch-Fletchy, neither meeting each other's eyes.

"Oh-kay, my turn," Ginny started, "I've never kissed Snape." The room filled with giggles and shifty looks, watching to see who has kissed Snape. After long moments, Gerri broke and drank her shot.

"What, he came on to me! I'm irresistible! I can't help it!" She sobbed trying to run out of the room, though, a wall appeared in the doorway. "Shit!" She started to mumble counter curses, none having any effect on the blocked doorway. She walked over and fell into the chair she was occupying before. 'Stupid parents, of course they set up a curse I know nothing about." She muttered.

"Anyways, I've never danced in the rain," Hannah Abbot offered with a shrug to continue the game.

"How can you go through life without dancing in the rain?" Dean Thomas asked with surprise.

"Strict parents, sheltered life," Hannah shrugged again. "You get used to it."

A collective "Oh" went through the room, but it was cut off by Evan's howl of rage. He streaked out from behind the couch, lashed out at George, then rushed up the stairs to the second floor.

George was sporting a gash on his arm. "What the hell?!"

"Well, that's what you get for teasing an animal –especially that one." Fiona tried her best to hide the smirk on her face. She got up and followed Evan up the stairs, calling his name.

"That cat is a demon!" George called to the ceiling, "Oh, Gerri, you're out of chips." He slid the empty bowls over to the red-haired girl.

Fiona trampled down the stairs, a content looking Evan in her arms. Well, he was until he saw Fred. He hissed and tried to swat at the terrified boy.

"See, it's a damn demon."

Fi gave George an obscene gesture and plopped down on the floor, resting her head on the sliding door, Evan lying next to her.

"Oooo, nice spirit finger," Draco sneered.

"Oh. My. Gawd! I love Bring It On." Ron faked an overly preppy teen girl, drunken laughter filling the room.

"Wha….?" Luna was confused.

"Bring It On," Harry struggled to sustain his giggles. "It's a cheerleading movie in America. It's extremely popular."

"How would you know?" Ginny asked.

"A.J. and I forced Ron and Harry to watch it after we returned from the U.S. two summers ago."

"Ha, and you still remember it?" A.J. asked.

"Only the good parts," Ron shouted, the room randomly echoing it. The only ones not flinching at the sounds were Gerri, A.J., Fi and Reed.

"This house is cracked up," Seamus said.

"Ehh," Gerri examined her chipped yellow nails, "My parents are crazy… really. You get used to them and the house." The other three girls nodded their heads in agreement.

"Oh, so are your sisters coming?" Reed grabbed the empty bowls and walked through the now clear doorway, into the kitchen, to refill them.

"No, they shouldn't. Thyme (A.N. pronounced like Time) is in South America, Tory in Ireland and Hollie is off somewhere with her boy toy of the month."

"And your parents are gone too." An older version of Gerri stood in the kitchen doorway. Behind her stood two girls looking to be polar opposites. "Hello everyone, I'm Hollie and my 'boy toy of the month' is in the Bermuda Triangle, thank you very much Gerri." Hollie flipped her waist-length, crimson hair over her shoulders, taking a kitchen chair to sit on in the room.

The tallest of the three with light brown hair, wearing and orange hoodie and a pair of sweatpants with matching orange flip-flops stepped forward. "Hey, I'm Victoria, Tory for short." She sat down next to Fiona on the floor and began to drag a string along the ground, Evan pouncing on it.

The youngest of the three cleared her throat, but her outrageous green colored hair had everyone's attention already. "Buenos Noche chicos! Yo soy Teresa. Soy de London." She beams at everyone, her yellow sundress clashing with the green bob-cut hair. "Yo tengo diecinueve."

"Ok, so this is my Spanish speaking sister, Teresa, or Thyme for us English speaking people. She says she hails from London and she's nineteen. That concludes the sister intros for the night." Gerri rolled her eyes in obvious annoyance at the appearance of her three older sisters.

"Oooo, firewhiskey," Thyme squealed. "What drinking game are we playing?" She looked over the empty shot glasses.

"I never," chirped Fi, preoccupied with Evan.

"Cool, I'm in." Hollie replied casually.

"Ha, great times, great times, count me in too." Thyme flopped down in the unoccupied loveseat.

"Yeah, might as well play, I haven't had a good drinking party in forever." Tory conjured up three shot glasses with a wave of her wand, each gliding down to its owner.

Fred leaned over and whispered to Gerri. "Gerri, your sisters are hott!" Ron and George nodded their heads in agreement.

"Great, my life is now complete knowing that underage wizards, my older sisters do appeal." She replied with sarcasm.

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