WHO | Asher Chambers, Roger Davies, and OPEN.
WHEN | Friday, January 3 from 10:00 p.m. on.
WHERE | Asher's and Julian's flat.
WHAT | The Ravenclaws host a party.
RATING | TBD. Potentially high for shenanigans?
STATUS | Ongoing.
It was a fuckin' embarrassment, if you asked Asher, that Ravenclaw House was the last to host a party. With the likes of himself and Roger, it was obvious they could do it best.
Obvious to
whom, however? Though neither man was cognizant of the fact, they'd both purchased liquor-- beer and spirits, no fuckin' frou-frou wines. There was no food of any sort in sight, not even a crisp. They'd both noticed the similar absence of cups, but Roger had made short transfiguration work of a package of cocktail napkins. Asher was fuckin' proud of their (all too likely to fail) ingenuity.
And if their neighbors didn't appreciate the loud music, free of muffling charms that Asher
swore distorted the sound, they could join the party or they could put a fuckin' cork in it.