And just like that, everything seemed to happen at once. She had, of course, handed Seamus his shirt happily. Planting several kisses onto his cheek, she frolicked down the stairs right behind him, and as he began to pull out the firewhiskey, she pulled out an assortment of glasses- charmed to be chilled- and bottles of wine. As the doorbell rang, she gave Seamus his reply through a quick swat to his behind (which was, of course, followed by a trail of high-pitched, school-girlish giggles. Rushing to the door as though she had just committed a heinous crime, she tugged it open. And squealed.
Loudly.
She met Parvati's hug with an embrace of her own, and planted a platonic kiss upon her cheek. "I LOVE YOU, OHMYGOSH, NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN. EVER." She could have cried. Honestly, she could have. Instead, she settled with flailing her arms as though she were a bird. The flails only increased as Dean walked, almost simultaneously, though her front door. Given that Parvati had flung herself at him, she simply waved rapidly and gave him one of her beaming smiles. "Of course not! It couldn't be a party without you, Dean." She felt as though it would have been appropriate to call for a group hug, but decided to pass. For now.
Taking a glass as Parvati handed one to her, she rose her flute and hoisted it into the air before downing hers as well. When presented with the question, she blinked rather stupidly. She hadn't gotten that far when planning the evening. She just liked the thought of spending time with her close friends. It brought her a happiness that she wasn't sure she had felt since their fourth year, give or take. "I just... I... don't know? Hugs and cuddles? can we please have a group hug eventually?" As she spoke, she linked her arm with Parvati's, intent on sticking to her like glue.