Seamus, Tracey, Parvati S: Seamus stumbled around a corner and in to a suit of armour. Stupid shoes getting stupid lost under stupid bed and stupid stupid more stupid. Picking himself up, he tries to compose himself and prays to whoevers up there that Parvati doesn't hit him for being late.
The outside of the Charms classroom was quiet. Does he have the wrong place? Seamus places his ear to the door and can't hear anything. Anxiously, he opens the door and falls flat on his butt as a loud bang and a screaming Romilda offend his ears. Yep. He's got the right place and the party seems to be swinging...
T: Staring across the room Tracey lays eyes on Seamus Finnigan, looking disoriented as she thought he often did, and she even thought more so now. '..Man he must have the wrong place...' She gave Seamus a casual nod, grateful that he came, but confused as to why. Ginny is not here, Harry Potter is not here, Dean Thomas, none of them. And of course not Neville. But thinking he wasn't the wiser, she pointed to the punch bowl over the loud music. "Have a drink, eh Finnigan? Shut the door while you're at it, thanks for coming!"
'Maybe he really does have the wrong place.'
P: I'm watching the pretty fireworks (they would've been better if they were red or pink though) when I see Seamus enter. Once Tracey's finished talking to him, I head over to where he's standing.
"I was starting to think you weren't going to come!" a say with a grin. Usually I'd be a little annoyed at Seamus for being so late. It wasn't either fashionbly late.It was just late late. But I was currently in too good a mood to really care. "Aren't the fireworks pretty?" I say, gazing at them.
S: "Aren't the fireworks pretty?" "Yeah, they're really something. And they're not the only ones" He mumbled that last bit under his breath. Seamus followed her gaze around at all the spinning fireworks. Stealing a glance at Parvarti, he recognizes once again how stunning she is. Especially in the light of the fire works and in that dress and... Wow that's a lot of pink. Her nails look nice though and... Seamus shook his head a little to clear his thoughts. "So, have I missed much?"
P: I'm glad Seamus agrees that the fireworks are pretty, although I suppose most people would think so, really, how many people dislike fireworks? I miss the last part of his comment though because of his mumbling. it doesn't really bother me much though. I don't always need to know everything, unless it's the latest gosip.
"Not really." I answer. "The fireworks have only just started and before that everyone was just chatting." I look around to see if there was anything I missed. "Oh, you didn't get any punch, did you?" I ask. "You should. It tastes really good."
S: "What flavour is it?" Punch isn't normally Seamus' thing, but hey, it's a party right? Even better, he said to himself, it's a party at school so what's the worst that can happen?
P "I don't know." I answer truthfully, taking another sip to see if I can work out what flavour it is. I still can't tell so I shrug my shoudlers. "It tastes good though."
S: "It tastes good though." Seamus heads over to the punch bowl and pours himself a glass full. He takes a sip, and shudders a bit at it's sweet, icey coldness. WOW that's good! A quick glance around the room, and Parvarti seems to have disappeared. Meh, he didn't intend on staying long anyway. But this punch...