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Alyssa
As much as I had to admit, Taylor and pretty much all of Gryffindor crashing the party was a highlight.
She was an evil child.
I couldn't help but smirk in surprise when she entered, making her grand entrance known. From 'flirting' with Adrian Pucey, a Sixth Year, to striding up to Malfoy, pushing him back. I caught him reflexively, and he fell slightly into my arms. I smirked at Taylor, letting her know I wasn't mad in any shape or form. She returned the gesture, continuing to drive him insane as he set himself back on his feet.
After a few more insults thrown at some people, they pretty much stayed until somebody went and tattled on the Gryffindors to Snape. He came, and sent them all packing, with a few detentions to those who resisted leaving(Fred and George Weasley, duh).
By the time we had all headed back to the Dorm's, it was two in the morning, and more than half of us were drunk. The usuals, like Malfoy and his posse were drunk, but nothing too interesting happened except for a few fights here and there. Malfoy came close to getting into one himself, but I held him back from punching Blaise.
And life went on. Naturally, Malfoy was pissed off at Taylor and all of Gryffindor for crashing the party, so it caused him to start acting like a jerk to everyone like he used to. But he never changed with me. I don't know why; I figured he would starting the taunting up again. But it never came.
And finally, the Greatest holiday(except for Christmas, Easter, and my birthday) came around:
Halloween.
Sadly, a very select group of people even knew what trick-or-treating was, but there was no point in it anyway, being at Hogwarts: There weren't any houses you could go to, to collect your candy. But, over the years, Slytherin was known well to throw a kick-ass, piss drunk, all nighter party. Gryffindor was good for their parties too, so it was gonna be hard to choose which one I would want to go to.
That's if Gryffindor were to let me in if I actually decided to go to theirs.
"I think we should both go to the Slytherin Party, and get drunk." I stated plainly, as we both walked to Transfiguration together.
"Are you serious? After crashing the last one you guys had, I don't think they'll be too welcoming."
"I'm not saying bring the whole of Gryffindor. Just you. I wouldn't have a problem getting in, as I already belong to it's House; You would have to wait until everyone's had a few drinks, than they'd let you in. They'd be too out of it to realize you're a Gryffindor. And besides… They're going in costume…" I teased, knowing when we were younger she had liked to dress up. Of course that had been before she was old enough to realize that she didn't like to dress up anymore. But it would still be fun.
"…So? Doesn't matter if they're in costume. Someone's gonna be sober enough to realize I'm in Gryffindor, not in H.O.E." I laughed lightly, remembering the nickname easily.
"So, I'd be fun. Way better than the party you guys are having; Are you going to have alcohol?" I was smug when she faltered.
"Well… No. But… We're going to have food. Is Slytherin going to have food?"
"Taken care of already. We'll have elves serving it for us." Of course, that was a lie. But I had been in charge of getting food, and I'd come through, being the only one that knew where the secret entrance to the Kitchens was.
"Hmph. I'll think about it." She grumbled, and I grinned.
"Great. Now, I wouldn't tell Harry… He won't be that welcome there…"
"Well, is it very fair if I go he doesn't?"
"What would he rather do? Go to Slytherin again, just for a party, or stick to Gryffindor with everyone he knows?"
"… I guess Gryffindor wouldn't want to kill him." She admitted, and I nodded, entering the classroom.
"Good morning class. Now today, we will be learning how to transfigure a chair into a cushion…"
Here's the question of the week; Where would you go to get a Halloween costume? Especially one that looks like one of those dresses from Alice In Wonderland?
Answer: You make it.
"I'm not so sure we should be doing this…" I muttered in a low voice to Taylor, who was tugging at a drape.
"Do you want this dress or not?"
"Well… Yeah…"
"Then shut up and hand me the scissors." Hesitantly, I gave them to her, and she snipped away at the fabric, letting it fall to the ground when it came free.
"Why can't we just go and buy one again?" I asked, unsure as to how this would work out.
"Because; In the movie, they made it from curtains. Do you see curtains here?"
"Well, no, but can't we just buy them-?"
"No. There are no curtains. So. We're settling for drapes. Clear?" While still looking at me, she cut down yet another drape.
"Um… Yes?"
"Good." She sighed, yanking hard at the fabric, and it came down, revealing a hidden passage.
"Ooh, this looks new…" I said, walking to the entrance. I took a look inside; the walls were covered in spider webs, and I got the chills, just looking into the dank, dark place.
"Hm. This should stay hidden, I guess." Taylor looked at the drape ruefully, and pushed it up the wall to where she'd made the cut. I pointed my wand at it, and said, 'reparo.' The bottom half fused with the top, looking new again.
"Too bad. I liked that colour." She said regretfully, but walked down the hall to the next drape, checking behind it first.
"I just thought of this: What'll happen when someone notices they're gone?" I asked curiously, looking back at the blank wall where drapes used to hang.
"Dunno. But I think we're doing Filch a favour. A couple drapes less for him to clean will be nice, don't you think?" She replied lightly, starting on another. The cut drapes collected on her arm, the pile growing bigger.
"Yeah…" I said, staying as far back as possible. If I hadn't been in the vicinity when she did it, I couldn't be held responsible, right?
"This one's stuck. Give me a hand, would you?" She struggled to get the scissors through the thick fabric.
So much for staying out of trouble.
