Morning I wake up
with you in my bed
This instant coffee
tastes just like regret

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October 31, 2016
Illegal All Hallow’s Eve Party
Trophy Room

Remington Monroe was on top of the world.

Tonight – All Hallow’s Eve – was the first big party of the year. It was the first time that professors turned a blind eye to what they were doing so they could just…let loose. At least, that was what Remy liked to believe. In truth, it was probably more that someone was distracting them with an incessant prank in the Girl’s Lavatory a few floors down so they could enjoy the night. Thankfully, there were quite a few resourceful students around that could cast charms and protections around the room, meaning that the Halloween party could go off without a hitch.

These were the nights that she lived for…and the mornings that she had grown to regret. There was always alcohol – the older students knew how to smuggle it into the school – and there was more than enough to go around. Tonight, it was mostly firewhiskey mixed with apple cider, giving everything a distinctly Fall feeling. People were tossing around some of the plaques that usually decorated the insides of the cabinets. A few Quidditch trophies flew through the air and laughter followed. Yes, she thought, looking around with a grin, this was a party that she would write about in the centerfold of The Advocate. The party of the year, if everything ended up going as planned.

The center of the room was packed full of people dancing to the music. Remy had lost Rhea a few minutes ago – the younger girl was enjoying her first party, but she’d promised Caerus she wouldn’t let her go completely overboard. Eventually, she would have to find her, but for now, she could probably enjoy the party. After all, there was no way Rhea could get in that much trouble in just a few minutes, could she? Remy lifted her hands into the air, moving to the music with a grin on her lips as she spotted a familiar face near the edge of the party. What was Potter doing here? It was an open invitation, after all, she knew. And Remy didn’t own the party. After all, wasn’t it a Gryffindor that was putting it on? That meant that anyone that wanted to could waltz in and make themselves at home. Even people like Liam Potter. She tried not to roll her eyes, but it was in vain.

Caerus was around here somewhere. She was sure if she batted her eyelashes at him for long enough, he could make him go away. But Remy wanted to take care of it herself. She wanted to be the one to make an impact on the party – even if that meant bouncing Liam Potter back to the library where he belonged. Wasn’t he supposed to be snogging a book or something like he always was? She glared at him for a few more seconds before finally making up her mind: she was going to do something about this. That party pooper didn’t belong here. Maybe it was the alcohol that made her feel empowered, but before anyone could stop her, Remington was marching her way to the side of the room and stopped promptly in front of Liam Potter. She had to look up at him – even in heels, he seemed to dwarf her. “What are you doing here, anyway, Potter?” She had to speak up to be heard over the loud, electronic music that was playing behind her. “Study Hall is in the Library, remember?”

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Counting the days 'til I start to forget, As soon as your scratches clear up off my neck

So maybe this was far from Liam's brightest idea, but he thought he could justify it pretty well.

When he had turned sixteen last month, he had done nothing to celebrate. Absolutely nothing. It was the beginning of September, after all, and no one really wanted to do anything. People were busy with Quidditch tryouts, classes were starting up, and it was too early for anyone to quite push the limits of what they could do without getting caught. So Liam had just celebrated his birthday alongside Adaline's, like they did every year. Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course. Liam had always gotten along with his sister incredibly well, and celebrating their birthdays together was a tradition, considering they were only a day and a year apart - on the dot. But he was sixteen this year, and a part of Liam felt like he could be doing something a little more... adventurous to celebrate that. It was no milestone seventeen, of course, but Liam thought sixteen was still a pretty big deal.

The timing of the Halloween party was just perfect, really. And it would have been a waste to not take advantage of a night of freedom.

The Halloween party was probably the one place that Liam saw an insanely diverse group of students actually staying in the same room without the palpable tension that came with the urge to kill one another. And that was honestly impressive, considering everything going on outside of the Hogwarts walls. He had been apprehensive about the mix of people at first, but came to the resolve that he really just needed to relax for a night. He couldn't constantly be fretting over Adaline and Deacon, and he was fairly sure they agreed on that matter. So he had taken the headband with dog ears from Adaline with a defeated sigh and decided to give it a shot, if only because Liam couldn't help but agree that a break was in order. His costume could have probably used some more work, but Liam thought for a last minute decision it was pretty good. He was pretty sure the headband made it perfectly obvious, anyways.

Well, lo and behold, he was actually enjoying himself. Someone had dumped way too much firewhiskey into a goblet and pushed it at him earlier, and Liam had not said no to it. He had made a sizeable dent in it rather quickly, and now it was hitting him full force. He face was mostly numb but he could tell it was stretched into a nearly permanent smile, and his eyes drooped a bit as he chatted with some friends. This was probably the best mood he had been in in a long time.

Even that voice like nails on a chalkboard couldn't take it away. Not really.

Liam took his time turning away from his friends, crossing his arms as he looked down and let his gaze settle on the Slytherin girl. Remington Monroe was honestly a thorn in his side. She was mean and manipulative, not to mention her incessant need to write about him and his siblings in The Advocate every chance she got. If Liam didn't know any better, he'd say she was obsessed with him - but no, that was not the case. She was just... Remington. Still, as irritating as she could be, Liam was finding his current mood impossible to ruin and it was always fun to see her riled up. "Same as you, Monroe - letting loose and getting drunk," Liam shot back, uncrossing his arms to take a long sip of his firewhiskey. "Hope I'm not ruining any of your satanic plans," he continued only half-jokingly, reaching forward to gently flick one of the horns of her headband. It was meant to be a joke about her costume, but Liam was also certain that her choice spoke volumes of her personality.

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[attr="class","reasonsmallremy"]Morning I wake up with you in my bed This instant coffee tastes just like regret Counting the days 'til I start to forget

[attr="class","reasonbodremy"]She watched him with raised eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink. It was almost like he was taunting her. Being overly flashy with the fact that he was here. She wanted to ask him to leave, but the group surrounding him seemed happy right where they were.

Merlin’s Beard, Remington had forgotten just how annoying Potter could be. He was always so concerned with his grades and his appearance. It was hard for her to believe that he was just ‘letting loose’ like he said he was. She was born for this world. They had nothing in common. Especially not ‘getting drunk and letting loose.’ But, he was here. And there was probably very little that she could say to get him to leave. After all, it wasn’t like this party was invite only. The Gryffindors probably liked Liam – after all, his father was that goody-two-shoes Harry Potter.

“Hilarious, really,” Remy said as she reached up to straighten her headband. Remington was particularly fond of Halloween. It gave her a chance to dress up and play a part, though tonight, she had been informed that her costume was hardly a jump away from the truth. Many people thought that she was the devil – they thought her a bully and a prejudiced bitch. And they weren’t wrong. Though Remington thought she was far from Satanic. She was just a girl smart enough to prey on the weaknesses of others. And with good reason. Remy knew if she wasn’t attacking other’s insecurities, it would give them the opening to attack hers. Mainly, that she was a half-blood masquerading as a pureblood more often than not.

But, she’d never told anyone that. After all, why was it any of their business why she did the things that she did? Remy was who she was. Everyone that thought her the ‘devil’ could deal with her wrath. Potter, especially.

“And what are you supposed to be? A half-breed mutt?” That was exactly what he was supposed to be, given his headband. Fitting, really. He was hardly a man – Liam Potter was a baby – a mutt.

Someone who was clearly enjoying themselves more than Remington at present, danced a little closer, knocking her straight into Liam. Suddenly, they were much closer than they had been a few moments before. Suddenly, Remy was acutely aware that she could stand on her tiptoes and press her lips to his. But of course, that was a disgusting thought.

She paused, taking a step back and readjusting the leather of her dress and smoothing out the back of her hair. Disgusting Potter, she thought. Though her brain seemed to have other ideas about Liam. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them – it was as if Remington was suddenly living in an alternate reality. “If you’re going to be here, you might as well impress me on the dancefloor. Otherwise, you’re just an annoyance,” a few people around them seemed to go quiet as they awaited Liam’s answer to Remy’s very strange request.

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[attr="class","textbodraven"]Liam tried to stifle his triumphant smile as he watched Remington oh-so-dramatically readjust her headband--difficult as it was. He could tell he had struck a chord, which had been exactly the point. Remingotn Monroe was just a constant pain in his arse. She just had a way about her that irked Liam. It reeked of someone that just couldn't go about their daily life without bringing down everyone around her, and he was fairly certain she didn't have a heart. Or if she did, it was probably very small, and black, and at the bottom of the Black Lake. It would certainly explain a lot about her. But Liam also felt a bit... sorry for her. Not that anything she did was even remotely justified, but it was clearly from a place of insecurity, in Liam's opinion. Because who on earth needed to go about life being such a downer on everyone else, if not someone that felt they were lacking in some way.

Sorry or not, Liam was amused. Because he could tell Remington was not the least bit impressed with his presence, and he knew very well she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. The party was hosted by a Gryffindor, after all, and he had a feeling that if anyone was likely to be kicked out of a Gryffindor party, it would be Remington Monroe before anyone even bothered to look at Liam Potter. He had the upper hand, and it clearly annoyed the hell out of her. Payback for all of the times she had been a pain during Potions, in his opinion.

"Comedy's my back-up plan," Liam shot back sarcastically with an amused smirk on his face as he set his now empty cup on the table next to him. He thought her costume choice was certainly a little... on the nose. It was not the first time she had been likened to the devil, but Liam supposed there was something to be said for joining those you couldn't beat. He had personally never been all that big on the holiday of dressing up. Liam fondly remembered family Halloweens, and he would put some minimal effort into a costume for the sake of joining in on festivities at Hogwarts, but it had never been the sort of thing he had eagerly awaited. Liam hadn't even planned on coming out to this party, but he had given up after some pushing and shoving--and he had to admit, the present amusement alone was enough to take away all regrets.

For the moment, anyways. Over the years, Liam had learned to never get too comfortable around someone like Remington.

"More creative than your usual insults. I'm impressed, Monroe." The retort had barely left his mouth when, suddenly, she had gotten knocked into him. Instinct and reflex took over, and Liam's hands reached for Remington's shoulders to steady her. He hadn't even thought about it, really--that had just been the natural reaction. It would've been anyone's natural reaction. But that didn't change the fact that Liam's hands lingered on her shoulders for, maybe, a few seconds too long, as his eyes quickly looked her over before flitting back to meet her gaze.

Instinct. That was all it was. Just because she was horrible didn't mean he had to be, too.

Just as Liam felt her move back, his hands quickly dropped back down to his sides a little awkwardly. He had hardly even had a moment to think on what had just happened before Remington's voice broke through once more. Liam could tell it had caught everyone else's attention, too, and he paused for the briefest moment as he met her challenging gaze... and then, the smirk was back. "Well, I'm not one to back down from a challenge--especially not when you're the one throwing down the gauntlet," Liam replied smugly. Then, without another thought, his hand reached out to grab hers and he pulled her after him onto the dance floor. Both his hands moved to her waist, coming to rest on the small of her back. It had all been one swift motion, but before Liam realized what was happening, they were dancing, and Remington was... very close. Close enough that Liam would almost say there was a chance that her typical icy demeanour hid someone that was actually really pretty. Which was insane--this was bloody Remington Monroe.

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[attr="class","reasonsmallremy"]MORNING I WAKE UP WITH YOU IN MY BED THIS INSTANT COFFEE TASTES JUST LIKE REGRET COUNTING THE DAYS 'TIL I START TO FORGET

[attr="class","reasonbodremy"]If Remy had it her way, this would be a Slytherin only party. Thankfully for the rest of the houses, she didn’t. Hosted by a rambunctious Gryffindor crowd, she was here because she wanted to be. There was no other explanation. It wasn’t like she was being forced or coerced to coming to the party. No, Remy was here because she wanted to enjoy herself. And if that meant going to a Gryffindor soiree, then by Merlin, she would go to a Gryffindor soiree. Especially if it meant free booze and dancing.

Plus, she had her shields. It wasn’t like she went anywhere without the other girls in her year and her house. The Slytherin Ladies stuck together at times like this. And, even now, she could feel them just a few meters away…watching her to make sure she didn’t need back-up. But she could handle Liam Potter.

But, in truth, Remy wasn’t sure what she was doing. Maybe it was the prospect of the challenge that was fueling Remington’s ambitions, but she wouldn’t back down…not now. Not when there were so many people watching.

Remy liked the attention. And the prospect of a Slytherin goddess and a Potter Spawn dueling it out on the dancefloor was bound to draw more attention than just her in a slinky devil’s costume.

“I wouldn’t quit your day job just yet, Potter,” Remy said as they entered the small ring that the party-goers had denoted as the dance floor. The Trophy Room wasn’t exactly set up to be the go-to party venue, but they made it work when they had to. “I’m just saying…” She said, turning around and staring at him. In this light he almost looked…cute? “You’d probably be better as a stale librarian or something boring. No one would pay to watch you make a fool of yourself on stage. Then again…”

It was probably the tequila talking, she thought with a shrug of her shoulders. She was going to hear about this later. But…the more she thought about it, the more the idea of having Potter under her belt sounded tempting. After all, what would cause more stir then Remington Monroe and Liam Potter spotted snogging on the dance floor of this very illegal, very frowned upon party? It would be the highlight of The Advocate’s secret centerfold. Then again, that actually required her snogging him… “Maybe I would.”

What was she thinking?! She couldn’t kiss him? She barely even wanted to dance with him. He was so far beneath her that he might as well be the one wearing this damn headband with devil horns.

Before much time had passed, Remington realized that they were dancing. She could feel the beat of the music through his body – that was how close they were to one another. And she didn’t hate it. Merlin, she probably would’ve liked dancing with anyone given how this party was going. “Not bad for a mutt,” she said loudly, over the music, pulling his arm up and sliding under it to face him in a small twirl.

“Maybe you should give up your day job to become a professional dancer,” was that a compliment? Remy had to be drunk…she didn’t give those out freely. Especially to the likes of Liam Potter and his friends.

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