Hi! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I get so exited to read them and I genuinely love hearing what you guys have to say. This chapter was so, so fun for me to write. Its definitely a different vibe from the other two, but I hope you get caught up in this ultra magical setting, as much as I did.

Two very important characters are slightly introduced in this chapter, so I'm interested to see if you can catch who they are!

Since this story is heavily musically influenced I'm going to include small playlists at the end of every chapter, to further influence the "vibe". I hope you guys like!

xoxo BFS

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Rose's head was swimming. It was close to 2am and it seemed as if the evening was only getting started. La Magie was the place to be that night.

The club was known for it's ambiance and ever-changing interiors. From the entire dance floor being replaced with a lilac, cloud-like foam and the bartenders sprouting feathery angel wings, to the interior encapsulating a multi-colored thunderstorm that left you stained and soaked till you made it to your table, you never knew what to expect.

Tonights theme existed in some sort of ethereal realm inhabited by a quartzy drizzle of stardust that seemed to fall in slow motion and land everywhere but in your drinks. Precious stones had been enchanted to take drinks orders, so everywhere you looked there were glowing rubies, diamonds and sapphires whizzing to and from the bar-top. She had not intended to drink that much, but something about the atmosphere and energy of the night left her feeling ready for anything…

"Basile is an absolute mad man!" she heard a low voice say in her ear over the booming music. She turned to see Scorpius looking at her, a dusting of the aforementioned shimmer covering his hair, cheeks and lashes, "A beautiful, creative genius. But a mad man." he shook his head, the glitter dancing in a small frenzy between the two of them. "I don't think I will ever get myself fully clean of…whatever this is."

Basile Debroux, the owner and designer of La Magie was a distant familial connection via the Delacour's, but had since become close acquaintance due to the frequent attendances at his club from Potters and Weasleys alike. Scorpius was right. He was a mad man.

"Haven't you heard?" She said back, laughingly. "He's in love!"

Scorpius widened his eyes, "Basile? Not possible. With whom?"

"Just some bloke!" She cried, "He's totally average, doesn't run in the same circles. Nobody knows him…"

"How do you know any of this?" Scorpius asked, incredulously.

She took a sip of her drink, some sort of swirling cosmos in a glass. "Oh, I have eyes everywhere, Malfoy. You have no idea.. While you're up on stage, I'm gathering intel…Always."

He rolled his eyes, and sipped his drink as well.

"That's what all of this is, though. All this dreamy sparkle bullocks. These are his…love emotions personified." she looked down at her dress, now fully dusted in the silver haze, "and they are…all over me!"

A cloud of the glimmer shot in the air and fell drowsily as Rose attempted to shake it off of herself. As soon as she had wiped herself clean, more of the sparkle had taken it's place.

She sighed, "Absolutely useless."

"I definitely do not want to be here during his inevitable heartbreak…that would be a literal nightmare." Scorpius mused, widening his eyes.

"Oh my goodness, blood dripping from ceilings-"

"-The dance floor is a tar pit-"

"-The waiters are skeletons!"

"-No, bogarts!"

They were both laughing so hard, they didn't register the commotion happening at the table next to them. All of a sudden, Rose looked up and Al was standing on the table, shouting at a tall, willowy red-head who had finally made an appearance.

Al was completely gone. And barely managing to stay balanced on his newly-deemed platform. "Oh, look who decided to drop by…it's Princess Potter!" he shouted, punctuating each "P" with an accusatory spilling of his drink in her direction.

Lily, with a genuine posse behind her, eyed him up and down disdainfully, "Don't even talk to me, you stupid fucking prick. I'm not here for you. I'm here for Rose." she glanced over at Rose and gave her a cool wave.

Rose raised her glass in solidarity, watching the scene unfold in front of her.

"Oh, fuck-off Lily. You're drunk." said Al, pushing his hair off his face and glowering at her.

"You're drunk!" she cried, shoving her bag to one of her friends behind her and jabbing her finger at him.

"We're all drunk!" shouted Scorpius from his seat. Rose stifled a laugh and shoved him lightly with her elbow.

Albus jumped down from the table "Who let her in here? I need to speak to someone in charge."

Rose rolled her eyes. Always the theatrics with these two.

Lily rounded on Albus. "Do you have any idea the kind of shit I'm getting every day because of you? Mum and Dad are constantly on my arse-"

"-Not my fault, sis!" shouted Albus, not backing down, "Stop fucking a man twice your age and move back home!"

Lily got a wild look in her eyes. "Oh that's rich, coming from you. Stop avoiding Dad and you move back home!"

Al waved his hands wildly, selling his drink even more. "I'm doing shit, Lily! I can't just up and leave every time Dad wants to have a chat."

Lily moved in further. They were practically nose to nose. "Ohhh, get a life, will you?"

"Get a JOB, will you?" he roared. They looked as if they were about two seconds away from casting curses.

"Mon dieu! Stop it with zis madness! You are making ze glitter stop.." a small voice called out. One of the girls who had attached herself to Al during the evening, chimed-in.

The outburst caused everyone in the party to look up. The girl was right, the air around Lily and Albus had become stagnant and the dust that fell freely around the rest of the club, hung in the air like ash and was flecked and grey.

"Bad vibes, man…" said one of Lily's cronies in a low tone. An American, undoubtedly.

Both Lily and Albus turned on each other again, narrowing their eyes and sizing up the challenge. Then, resolutely, they said in unison;

"Shots?"

"Shots."

As if on a cue, one of the enchanted gems came whizzing by, carrying a tray filled with small glasses holding a deep, purple liquid.

"To my dickhead bother" shouted Lily, raising her glass.

"To my idiot sister" shouted Al, raising his.

To my completely insane family, Rose thought

The party cheered. The small, grey flecks of dust burst into beautiful silver fireworks and rained down as they drank together.

The concoction made her vision a foggy lavender for a moment. Rose set her glass down and shook out her hair, in an attempt to rid herself of both the sparkles and the purple haze . A booming voice came from above her.

"Wow, what did I miss?"

She looked up to see a bright-eyed, familiar face.

"Louis!" she called out, giving him a warm embrace. "You look gorgeous!"

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her. "You didn't miss anything you hadn't seen before…" quipped Rose, eyeing the siblings with a wary look.

"Classic Potter brother sister show-down?", he asked, smiling.

"Oh, you bet", said Rose, dryly

"Let me guess…swears and accusations?"

"Yes."

"A crowd of people with their undivided attention?"

"Check"

"Al stood up on the couch?" He quizzed

"No, actually, this time it was the table" she laughed

"Damn, so close…" he mock-clenched his fist, and hit the table, "And, to end it all, there were tears… or whiskey?"

"Pixies Pond. Top Shelf." she said, looking back at the pair. Both were now playing catch-up as if they hadn't just come close to ripping each others heads off, less than 10 minutes prior.

"Just another evening in the company of Lily Potter…" He mused.

Louis looked her up and down, "Rose..you are absolutely coated in this stuff, you look like a nymph on New Years" he said, referring to the silver glitter, "Now that I look, more than anyone I can see in here tonight. You must be sitting near a vent or something…"

Rose looked down again, everywhere she turned, her body was covered in the shimmer.

"Don't you know?" she joked, "I'm part Veela… this is just my true form beginning to show"

Louis laughed, "I'm part Veela. We do not sparkle. We shine." he winked.

His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of something over Rose's shoulder. "Oh gods.. he's even more gorgeous than I remember…" Rose didn't even have to turn around to know exactly who he was referring to.

"Oh, and he's covered in all that exquisite glitter floating through the air. You two are like a couple of candelabras." his voice took on an exquisitely posh tone, "I'll take him to the west wing any day of the week, darling."

"Lou, for the last time, Scorpius isn't going to sleep with you…but if you ask nicely, he may let you see him without his shirt off."

"I don't want to just see him with his shirt off. I want him…I need him. I need him to need me." pouted Louis laying his head precociously on Rose's lap.

"I've heard you say those exact words about at least a hundred other men, I think you'll do fine without him." she reassured, patting his head.

"He's just so bloody beautiful, Rose." sighed Lou, placing his head in his hand and gazing at the aforementioned boy, "That jawline…those eyes…his skin. I want to lick his skin, Rose. Lick it." he said, sitting up suddenly.

"How drunk are you?" she questioned with a laugh.

"Drunk in love…I don't know how you don't just stare at him, all day."

"I do stare at him all day" she countered, throwing a hand in the air, "And Mart, and Al. All I do is stare at them. I'm I'll probably die staring at them."

"Poor Rosie" said Lou, pouting, "Nobody's here to stare at you…"

"You're an absolute twat." she said, laughing and shoving him off the sofa.

"And you're an absolute bore." he said, dragging her down with him. He lowered his voice. "You know you wouldn't mind an evening spent in the care of those beautiful alabaster hands. You've seen the way he handles an instrument. Imagine him playi-"

"-Lou, you are an unmitigated pervert!" she said getting back up and pushing the boy towards the direction of the dance floor, "Dance off this amorous energy and come back when you're ready to speak to me in a civilized manner"

"Or I find a beautiful boy to take home!" Lou called out as he made his way into the crowd.

Rose turned back to their table, scanning the top for her drink. Her eyes rested on a pair of *ahem* alabaster hands that were animatedly explaining their way through a conversation she couldn't hear over the music of the disco.

Those hands were often relatively restrained and steady in their day-to-day activities. However, when a drink or two had coursed through their owner, they were lively and effervescent. She found herself thinking of all the ways she had seen those hands interact with the world around them. Curled in triumph…clenched in anticipation…frenetic in handlings of many musical counterparts…soft and unencumbered during a well-earned sleep. All the ways…except one. The club suddenly felt very, very warm…

She realized in her musings, the hands she had been analyzing at had stopped moving. And she had been staring. Too long. Damn you, Louis.

"You alright over there, Weasley?" the owner of said hands called out, "That Pixies Pond fog you up too much?"

"Probably!", she laughed, "Pixie's always gives me horrid flashbacks to evenings spent almost dying in our dormitories from alcohol poisoning."

"Too true.." he chuckled, "I was just reminiscing with Lily about a Hogwarts bash where…I think it was you…either you, or Al charmed a suit of armor to get on his hands and knees and buck anyone off who tried to ride him."

She had been so distracted, she hadn't even registered the body sitting across from Scorpius as that of her younger cousin's.

"That was for my American themed party. It was the closest thing we were going to get to a mechanical bull!" said Rose, "Remember my red cups?"

"You were insistent on them," mused Lily, running her finger around the rim of her glass. "How far we've come…"

Rose located her glass, and moved to sit next to Lily. "Now that you're done making your grand entrance….Hi."

Lily rolled her eyes, "Sometimes it's just a little tough to stomach the prodigal son"

"Not prodigal, yet" said Scorpius, leaning back, "He hasn't come running back home."

"Very true" agreed Rose, clinking her glass with Scorpius's.

"He's a wanker. And he's my brother. Which means I'm allowed to hate him more than you two. He's just…so horrible to me."

The two of them stared at her, attempting to contort their faces into ones of sympathy. They were struggling. It was hard to feel sympathetic towards the Lily Potter. She, out of all the Potter/Weasley's had been blessed in terms of brains, beauty and any other extraneous qualities one might tack on to someone of higher regard.

She was wealthy, fun, and gorgeous. There wasn't much in her life that wasn't afforded in terms of luxury and privilege. Albus was probably the only person who had come close to being "horrible" to her in ages.

"And- Leo isn't twice my age. He's 40." she said, pulling a face and recrossing her legs.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one with daddy issues, Lil?" said Rose, cheekily, "Why in the world are you with that man? He's closer to your father's age than he is to yours."

"He's interesting and gorgeous, Rose." she countered, "Give me a decent, wealthy, handsome man closer to my age…who's fit to kill in the sack and I'll happily leave my pruning pocketbooks and settle down with a more appropriate age match…but until then, leave me be."

Rose thought, for the sake of politeness, she should at least offer-up her single, successful band-mate as a potential suitor. Especially considering he was sitting right next to them. However, there was something in her stomach that knotted immediately at the thought of Lily even getting the slightest inclination.

"Besides" continued Lily, thankfully. "You are the last person who should be giving me grief about dating. You haven't been with anyone since Dennis and that was over two years ago. You've probably forgotten what it's like to get f-"

"A quick photo of our fine patrons?" a voice called out. Rose couldn't even see the face of the inquisitor, as it was blocked by a large camera, that was already flashing profusely.

The trio paused for a moment, giving him what he wanted. They all knew this was part of the job, but it didn't stop Scorpius from uttering a small, "Fucking press.." under his breath.

After the photographer had left, Rose rounded back on her cousin.

"Lily, just because I haven't been with anyone doesn't mean I haven't been with anyone." she said, giving her cousin a deliberate look. Normally, she would not be so giving with that sort of information, but there was something about Lily's aura and the amount of magical liquor she had consumed that brought out Rose's more competitive side.

Lily looked immensely pleased.

"I'm not a nun, Lils" she said dryly, "I do alright for myself." Rose didn't want to admit the true banality of her bedroom encounters since her last relationship (and even before then, if she was being honest.) As much as she hated to say it, there was really no one to write home about.

"Well I, for one, am very proud you." Said Lily, with a very 'Lily' look in her eyes, "If you're interested…I've got a friend I think you might do really well with."

"Lils I'm not looking for anything-

"-Serious? I know. He's absolutely perfect for that. He's busier than you, Rose. Gorgeous body, so intelligent… sometimes just hearing him talk is enough to put you ov-" she paused, looking up, "Oh my god, it's changing! How exciting…wait. No… just around us…Actually, just around you, Malfoy"

Rose looked up as well. Lily was referring to the silvery droplets of light that had been cascading throughout the entire night. However, now, they had turned into a deep…almost blood red. At least, the ones currently swirling loftily around Scorpius.

His eyes widened as he realized the attention was being brought to himself. He looked at his personhood, confirming the existence of the color change. There was a look in his eyes she caught, for neigh of a second, that registered almost as…panic?

She turned to Lily and caught a slight narrowing of the eyes and a subtle clack of her fingernails against the varnished table. All of this, directed towards Scorpius.

As soon as she could turn her head back to her friend, he had an easy smile on his face and the droplets had turned back into their original silver shine.

"Must have been a trick of the light…" said Lily slowly, eyes still narrowed.

"Maybe you've had a bit too much to drink, Potter" said Scorpius with the same easy smile.

Rose felt like she had missed something. Before she could utter a word, Lily had stood up and extended her hand to Scorpius.

"Come dance with me, Malfoy. I want to dance."

Rose was bewildered when he moved to get up and follow the lanky red-head. She gave a what the hell look, but he wouldn't make eye contact with her. She sat on the couch, mystified, as Scorpius and Lily made their way into the dancing mob.

She had half a mind to run-up after them, she was so perplexed.

As if on cue, her wand began to pulse. She took a look at it. Red. Must be Tommy.

She sighed and made her way to a quieter part of the establishment. The thick, carpet coated powder room was a welcome change of pace. However, it was merely an extension of the raucous main hall in terms of aesthetics. The walls were an intricate explosion of geodes and gems. The mirrors, a focal point in the circular room, looked as if they were cut from the purest, pinkest rose quartz. Rose walked up to one, running water and lightly splashing her neck. An attempt to make herself a bit more coherent before taking a business call.

She sat on one of the low chaise's lining the room, and flicked up her wand, taking a deep breath in.

"Rose, darling! How are you?" she heard Tommy's voice call out. His breathing sounded labored.

"Lovely, as always." she said, running a hand through her hair.

"How did the boys do with the press?", the labored breathing continued.

"They were on excellent behavior. Gold stars for all of them" she quipped. "You sound out of breath, Tom. Are you alright?" she asked leaning again the cool slabs of geode.

"Just going for *breath* an evening run, love" he got out.

"Isn't it close to 2am in London?" Rose asked, amused.

"6pm. I'm in *breath* Los Angeles. Didn't I mention? Big *breath* big things happening for WSR over here."

"Don't you already have an American office?" she asked, not entirely sure why she was entertaining this conversation. She had to admit, she had always been intrigued with America in a sense. Every artist she admired had come to the states at some point to further their musical prowess.

"In New York, yes. *breath* But Weird Sisters Records has *breath* no ground here in LA. Music is in Los Angeles, love. Everywhere you look there's a new band, new label, new venue." His labored breathing had stopped momentarily. "We're trying to beat out Alistar Records and Pygmie. We're bringing on a new exec. American. Big things happening, Rose."

"Does this mean the boys and I should pack up our sunscreen?" she asked cheekily.

"We'll see how your European tour goes, love" he said, slyly. "But that's not why I called. I'll be in the city tomorrow. You and I are going out to dinner. There's someone I want you to meet."

"Tom, are you setting me up?" she joked.

"In a sense, darling" he said resuming his running, "I think you'll be immensely pleased."

"Trusting you…" she said, adjusting her position against the wall.

"Lovely. *breath* Deils will send you details. Dress to impress, mm?"

"When do I ever not, Tom?" she sighed

"That's my girl. Caio from the *breath* Hollywood sign!"

And the call disappeared quickly into her wand…

She took another deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment.

"Ça fait longtemps, dis donc" an airy voice called from above. She opened her eyes to see a pair of twinkling dark eyes beneath a sheen of long lavender hair.

"Basile!" she exclaimed, standing quickly kissing him on each cheek, "Bissou bissou, mon cherie"

"Quoi de beau?" he inquired, gesturing to her.

She blushed, "Je suis désolé, Basile. My french is not good. And I'm a little drunk"

He laughed, "Bien, bien! That iz good. That iz what I want!"

She laughed as well, "It's incredible in here. So beautiful…so thoughtful. When are you opening a club in London? I need one closer to home."

He raised an eyebrow playfully, "We will see…I go where le couer goes." he said placing a hand over his heart. "Parlant de ce qui…speaking of" he said eyeing her up and down. "Who did you come with, tonight?"

She widened her eyes, "No one!" she laughed, "Just the boys…why?"

He lightly grabbed her hand, lifting her arm into the light, "Le éclat..the glitter. It iz all over you"

"I think I was standing near a vent, or something.."

"Non, mon aime" he said leaning closer, a playful look his eyes, "It 'az a mind of it's own."

Rose scrunched her brows, not fully understanding his implication.

"It loves ze beating heart" he continued, "Flushed cheeks…starry eyes…etre amoreux"

"Well, it must have me confused with someone else" she dismissed, but she could feel her cheeks turning red. Her mind immediately thinking of the grey ash-like flecks during Lily and Al's row and the blood-red 'trick of the light' that surrounded Scorpius. What had they been talking about? Her head was still swirling…

Basile opened his mouth to say something. All of a sudden, the club shook with the opening beats of a song Rose was unfamiliar with. It seemed as if she was in the minority, as the entirety of the establishment roared with recognition and appreciation.

The dance floor was suddenly swarmed and the quartzy drizzle was transformed into a disco-like bursting of blue's and pinks.

'Je vis dans une galaxie

Ombres saturée' A sultry voice rang from all around.

"Who is this?" shouted Rose to Basile over the amplified sound.

'Chagrin et symétrie

D'un décor penché'

"Angèle" he said, excitedly, "She iz the latest craze from Paris."

'J'ai attiré les foudres

De ce monde doré'

"This is crazy!" exclaimed Rose, looking out over the dancing mob, "I've never seen anything like it. How have I never heard of her before?"

'Les paillettes et la poudre

Sont signe de danger'

"She's very young, but she iz going to be huge." he said tossing his long hair over a shoulder. "Sometimez she will come to Magie, maybe you will see her tonight."

He kissed her cheeks and floated away, calling out, "Suis ton coeur! Follow your 'eart"

The song was incredibly intoxicating. Produced with the intent of making it's listener forget their troubles for a moment to dance and sweat to the frenzied beat.

Rose made her way to the dance floor in search of Lily and Scorpius. She found them joined by Albus, his groupies, Louis, and Lily's nameless group of followers. They made quite a presence on the floor.

"This is unreal!" shouted Albus, grabbing her hand and spinning her. "I've never heard anything like this!"

"Me either!" shouted Scorpius, who had joined them. "We need to-"

"-Talk to Mak. I know." finished Albus. Both him and Scorpius were having one of their wordless conversations. Mak Wagtail was a producer at WSR, who helped create the sound Golden Trio was known for.

"This is Angèle!" called out Lily, referring to the song playing and silkily dancing her way towards them. "She's a friend. She's amazing. The next big thing, I swear."

"That's what I keep hearing!" laughed Rose.

She found herself getting lost in the music, allowing the booming synth to carry her up, and away. The sparkle seemed suspended in a heavy gravity that allowed it to swirl and pulse along with the movement of the dancing crowd. She become so lost in the moment, she didn't realize the rest of the group had broken away and it was just her and Scorpius dancing together in the crowd.

They both laughed when they realized they had been abandoned. Scorpius held out his hand clownishly and bowed, making her cackle. They spent the remainder of the song dancing in wild, ridiculous ways, attempting to amuse the other one. Rose felt a serene sense of belonging in this silly exchange. She was thankful for their friendship and thankful there was no one, for the moment, forcing her to examine the way his eyes lit up whenever he laughed or the way her heart was pounding (not just because of the physical exertion) or how her skin heated up at the slightest touch from him.

And, as the night came to a close, and they finally managed say their goodbyes to Lily and Louis, and pull Al from his adoring fans, she was thankful that no one pointed out how when the light hit her and her momentary dance partner, they were blinded by a glittering, glowing cascade of dreamy sparkle that seemed to have missed the other members in the party.

As they hailed a car and made their way to the final destination, the voice of Basile repeated in her mind.

"It 'az a mind of it's own."

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Ahhh! I hope you liked!

I literally could have written pages and pages just describing different ways that La Magie had been decorated in the past. With magic, I feel like there are endless possibilities as far as "night life" is concerned. The club and Basile will definitely come back in the future, in case you loved the setting.

Can anyone guess the two characters that will have a much bigger role as the story progresses?

Here is the playlist for Chapters 1-3:

Moon River (Arr. For Accordian) - Michael Bridge (what Rose and Scorpius hear playing at the end of the first chapter)

Midnight Sun - Isaac Delusion

Astro Jump - The First Contact

Wander - Jinsang

Love Me - The 1975 (what I imagine Golden Trio sounds like)

Hurache Lights - Hot Chip (Magical dance music, for sure)

Lune est l'autre - Vendredi sur Mer (This is literally the lyrics to the song playing in the club that makes everyone dance, and it's exactly what I imagined playing, so I would definitely give this a listen. )

Seriously, reviews make my day! Would love to hear any of your thoughts.

Thank you so much in advance :)

xo BFS