Who: Luka & Felix, other partygoers
What: House partyyyyy~
When: 5th August 2028, late
Where: Someone's house, Čáslav
Things were different during the summers. At school, both Luka and Lýdia had a negative reputation amongst the majority of their peers that they had no influence over. They were the children of a formerly-escaped, newly-captured Death Eater, painted in a bad light before they had been given the chance to give a different first impression. Even now, after six years at Hogwarts, there were still people who disliked them purely because of their surname. They were social outcasts, to a point, and that was just how things were. At home in Čáslav, however, things couldn't have been more different.
That night, the twins and their friends had been invited to a party in town, held in honour of one of their friends' namesday. Kristián was part of the Muggle group that the twins had befriended when they had first come to live with their grandmother, a collection of people who they kept in contact with throughout the year and who they hung out with over the summers. None of them knew about the magical world, about Hogwarts, or about the stain that the name Rosier had left on Luka and Lýdia's history. To them, the twins were Lukáš Čáslavský and Lýdia Čáslavská and, in such company, the twins were everything that they had never been given the chance to be within the Wizarding world.
By the time their group arrived, the party was in full swing. After a round of introductions and a row of celebratory shots, everybody had scattered. The last time Luka had checked, Lýdia had been gossiping with her friends, Easton and Evie had been chatting together on the fringes, and Nova had been soothing a sobbing girl who had been wailing at her in broken English about a cheating boyfriend. Really, it wasn't much different from the parties at school.
With one very obvious exception:
Luka was in the middle of the floor, surrounded by people, laughing and having a good time. Willingly.
After his own boyfriend had excused himself to use the bathroom, Luka had been approached by Tomáš - one of his closest friends - and the pair of them had eventually been persuaded to mingle where the dancing was happening at the insistence of the namesday boy himself. A group had quickly formed around them all, spurned on by a particularly catchy song that, if asked, Luka would deny even knowing, let alone liking. It was here, drink in hand and smile on face as he danced, that Felix found him.