Re: Terence and Sylvie
"I'm here to party, obviously," Sylvie said rolling her eyes. As if there was any other reason to crash a party. Diagon had won, the celebration had wandered down to London, and upon hearing that Terence Higgs was throwing a birthday party, per some of the Diagon Alley team Quidditch players, it had seemed like a good place to get some booze. Now was she invited? No, but why would a little thing like that stop Sylvie Fawcett. Cleavage usually worked well enough on most bouncers, and when it didn't, experimental charms did.
"Happy Birthday and shite, by the way,"she offered, "Where's the good stuff?"