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[attr="class","title-dita"] That Tonight's Gonna Be A Good Night

[attr="class","subtitle-dita"] That Tonight's Gonna Be A Good, Good Night

[attr="class","wordz-dita"] It was June Sixth, and the Ending Feast had just concluded.

So it was their last night in Hogwarts, and Aphrodite was damned if she wasn't going to go out of Sixth year with a bang. It had taken some creative usages of magic to hide everything and get it up there, but in the end, as many sleeping bags as could fit in Rowena's Chamber (or Cell? Was it Cell?) had been squeezed in, and she'd flung open the small window. She'd even bloody decorated the room-- though, admittedly, with small cut-out dragons. And small scraps of metal dragons that would twist around the room, because she'd neglected that some this year.

Aphrodite Nia Herraro-Morgan did not do streamers. That was for her cousin to make, any and every of them. Sure, this was last minute, but no one knew she had brought everything up to the cell. She was a Slytherin after all, for all her fire and bluster (especially at Jones, who! was not, was absolutely not part of the crew), and people tended to forget sometimes that she could be as sly and sneaky as just about anyone in her House. That was the trick of it-- make yourself one of the more noticeable people in the room, and when you're quiet, you may as well be invisible. Especially under a Camouflage Charm.

"I'm going to discuss life and the future," she told the door, and it slid open once more. She slipped inside, closing the door quickly. Aphrodite gave a pleased smile at her handiwork, plopping herself down on the green-and-gold sleeping bag she'd chosen for herself. Harpies colors, of course, because she'd be damned if she wore any other team colors. Unless it was for the Tree-Skinners, the Peruvian National Team, or the Welsh National Team. Or Slytherin. 

"Well?" 'Dita gave a grin, looking around at everyone in the room. "I did good, didn't I? Told you I could get everything up here."

[attr="class","tags-dita"]☆June Sixth, Rowena's  Cell☆
☆ @erebos, @fluffyhades , @zephyrus , @calypso, Demeter Keola Hitchens , @clio if she wants☆
☆+ any other close friends of theirs☆
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Looking Back Over My Shoulder

I Can See

The Look In Your Eyes

Okay, now this he could get behind. Why hadn't they done this sooner? Hecky heck, Seventh year was gonna be lit af if they could be doing sleepovers every other weekend. Zeph has been one of the first ones to turn up, sleeping bag hastily piled in his arms and trailing behind him on the floor in his excitement to get going, beanie and shades in place, pyjamas and slippers in evidence. Naturally, this meant he had gotten what he imagined to be the prime spot, but really he was actually lying at a squiffy angle in the middle of the floor. Then, he pulled out cushions and pillows he'd snagged from the all to helpful house elves and started throwing them around about himself in what he imagined to be the comfiest sleeping ground ever seen by the castle. Then he'd plomped himself down, crossed his legs, and begun pulling out snacks as well. Couldn't have too many pillows or too many snacks. Any wise person knew this.

Of course, he had tripped over something else that was soft on his way to setting down his own apparatus, tangled his feet in it, fallen magnificently, then arranged things. He hadn't believed Aphrodite when she'd claimed she'd get everything in. But, again, his extra provisions couldn't do any harm. Right? Right. So here he was, king of comfort, lord of the realm, sitting bang smack in the middle of the room waiting to see who would all turn up. Hades wasn't long in turning up, nor was Calypso, though the latter said that she'd invited a few others to truly get into the sleepover spirit. Whatever that meant. He sighed contentedly to himself. The only thing that could really make this night the best of all sleepovers was if they had some... er... more Gryffindors. Yes, that was it. And, if they were a girl, that wouldn't hurt. And if they just so happened to be a Weasley then well... hey, why would he complain. The more the merrier. In fact, he was pretty sure there was a spot right next to him where her sleeping bag could fit quite nicely. It wasn't like he could be scared off by how she looked in the morning. HE sighed again, slightly happier. He wondered if she snored. It would probably be cute. Even if it was louder than the exploding volcano of Pompeii. He was sure that could be cute too.

"You did, dearest, you did. And a fine job you did too, even if you nearly killed me in the process- and, dare I say, these decorations are smashing!" 

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You're Too Shy Shy

Hush Hush, Eye To Eye

All that could have made this sleepover really something would be one of those muggle contraptions that you played games on. Get some "racing" in with their automobiles, maybe some "Smash Brothers" with the pipe fixer people and the princess fruit. They could all chill, get some snacks going, get the games on, kick back on their last night as sixth years. The worst case scenario would be if they ended up resorting to a game of Truth or Dare, or Spin The Butterbeer... though since it was mostly the fam gonna be here, he highly doubted anyone would wanna cross the streams like that. Would they? He certainly didn't have anything past platonic feelings for absolutely everyone in the fam and surrounding friends.

That was just how desensitised he was at this point. Not enough to not blush or throw himself into the nearest solid thing that would block any view of nudity from one of his female friends, but enough that they could rant about their crushes and he could mumble "you get 'em, girl" without truly listening or really remembering they were girls. Sometimes Zeph joined in and ranted about a particularly tantalising voice he had heard in the hallway.

Hades rearranged the waistband of his cotton joggers, then pulled up his white socks, before leaning back on the mountain of pillows and sleeping backs cast about the place. He had been tempted to nick the spot next to Zeph, but his friend seemed to be guarding the spot like a particularly territorial dragon protecting his horde. So he thought better of it, especially as he caught a particularly suspicious and menacing glare from Zeph who had lowered his glasses somehow to look directly where he was standing. That was still unnerving. Funny, when he did it to others, but not when it was him. He sidled over next to Demeter instead, rolling his eyes and snatching up the sugar quills before Calypso could covet them. 

"So what's the plan?"

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i gotta feeling

[attr="class","reasonsmallroxanne"]Tonight's the night, let's live it up, fill up my cup, let’s live it up, party every day, party every day

[attr="class","reasonbodroxanne"]Merlin’s ass, what the bloody hell had she been thinking?

Roxy pulled the pillowcase behind her laboriously, stopping every few feet or so to wipe the small beads of sweat from her brow. She was being dramatic, but it was worth it — the large supply of WWW goods that she was trailing along would make for a fun night if they decided to use them. Maybe it would turn into a night of pranks, after all.

And, maybe she was being a little nostalgic.

Alright, a lot nostalgic.

It was her last night here at Hogwarts castle. Her last night in the little kingdom that she had fought her dad so hard to not come back to. And now…Roxy…well, she wasn’t sure that she wanted to leave. Merlin’s Beard, she was getting soft, she thought, shoving her way through the door to Rowena’s Cell.

So she was going to spend it the best way she knew how — with people that she liked. A smattering of students from other houses that she’d fallen in with a few years back. Most of them were younger than her, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was she liked them. And frankly, her time with them was limited. Because of tomorrow…

She didn’t want to think about it.

“Hi, hi,” she said, dropping her pillowcase in the middle of the room next to the other snacks. “Compliments of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Figured we should make my da proud,” a few Dungbombs, Whiz-bangs, and Demon Dung fell out of the makeshift pack and she looked around the group with a grin. “Wouldn’t be a last night without a little pranking, right?”

Now that she had free hands, Roxy tossed her rolled up sleeping bag in one of the open spaces and sat down, cross-legged next to Zeph…who it seemed had almost been…waiting for her? But that would be silly, she thought with a shake of her head. He was just Zeph, right? “Don’t eat the square ones,” she muttered as she nudged her shoulder against his, to let him know where she was, and picked up a box of Thor’s Thunder Crackers to toss them back into the pile.

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I say, we can go where we want to

a place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind,
And we can dance

Erebos was so ready for summer and so....not. Going back home after a long school year was always the worst. He knew his mum likely had let things all fall to shit, like she always did, and tomorrow once he got back home he'd be picking up the pieces for her. But he had one more night. One more night with his fam, all of them in one spot. A surprise sleepover brilliantly orchestrated by their little snaky woman! Erebos was quite impressed, really. How she had managed it he'd likely never fully know but he was glad she had!

He had been so bloody excited about this. Ever since Dita had told him the plan he'd been antsy with anticipation. So antsy that the moment he thought she might be done setting the whole thing up he'd made a rush for it. With his trusty Book Of Fam at his side he had raced his way down the floors to the selected meeting place, absolutely certain he'd be the first to arrive. Though when he had arrived he had somehow been beaten by a few others and...somehow Zeph. How? Merlin, he had no idea. The fact that Zeph had managed three floors blindly quicker than he could manage the jaunt down there was interesting. Hell, maybe if Hogwarts had a track team Zeph would be bringing home gold medals left and right!

The hasty lion found himself by far the puffiest sleeping bag he could find. By far the ugliest, too. Blaze orange, enough to blind the senses. If one had said they had ever seen a brighter orange he'd beg for photographic proof but it. Was. Perfect. Erebos dragged the big ugly fluff bag over by Hades and Koala making sure to leave a spot for.... Someone else. Certainly not a place he hoped Calypso might end up when she arrived. It wasn't as though he had...thought that out in the slightest.

"Do we even have a plan?" He echoed after his best mate as he plopped down on the orange abomination that was his sleeping sack. Roxy seemed to have an awesome plan as she plopped her bag of goodies down for them all to share. Erebos quickly snatched a few of the goods from the center of the room. "Pranking is a must," he agreed thoroughly. With a handful of treats spread out on his soft bedding he grabbed one at random and started unwrapping it. A square one. Seemed the best option...probably the most tastey. Chocolate came in squares sometimes and-- "What's wrong with the square ones?" Erebos eyes widened slightly as he looked across the room at Roxy, his hands frozen on the partially opened wrapper.

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We Are Teenage Hearts













Forever Young

Think We Know It All

But We Don't, No We Don't

Heck yeah, now this was more like it. Full party sleepover, breaking curfew, getting up to shenanigans. Next year this was going to have to become a staple, even if they spent all night crying from the stress of their NEWTs. At least they'd be together. She ran up the flights of stairs, thankful that the padded soles of her slippers prevented her footsteps from ringing out through the echoing calls and alerting anyone. The portraits she passed waved to her, and she happily waved back, her nose crinkling a little as she shot them all a bright grin. And hey, so what if she had extra motivation to be there tonight? Y'know, because everyone in The Fam were going tonight, which meant he was going, and if she got there fast enough then she could get a good sleeping back and shuffle over to him with a complaint of struggling with her zipper so she could turn it into a hug. She didn't know why she slept better when there was someone else there. Even if it was her bush vipers. Knowing she wasn't alone had always helped, was all.

As it turned out, she actually ended up turning up a little late, because the House Ghosts had all turned up in quick succession, herding her towards the Prefects doing their rounds, and she'd had to hide in a hidden stairwell where she'd been subjected to Cardival the Criminally Insane for half an hour. The man wouldn't shut up and go check if the coast was clear for her to leave until he'd finished his spiel of why he had done what he had done. Only when she'd agreed with his complaints and sympathised had she been able to get a move on and by then, she already knew that she was probably going to be the last to show. But hey. So long as Winter didn't turn up, she'd be able to settle down and sleep tonight. Otherwise she'd have to sit up and keep watch to make sure there was a safe perimetre kept up between the pair. She had a plan, dammit, for the first time ever. Like hell was she going to let it slip away because some other bint had decided she wanted to have a go.

Not that Calypso was trying to control his life. She paused, mid sprint, with her back against the wall as she listened to the voices drifting up to her. She wasn't, was she? She was just... hecky heck, she didn't even know what she was doing. She was just going to have to keep cool as always. Ice cool. Like... like sitting next to Zeph so she wasn't tempted towards anything insane, like Cardival had warned her about. 

Yet when she finally slipped through the door with a quiet cry of "Hiiiii!!!!", her eyes spied that Zeph had already secured his deposit for the night with Roxanne, and her heart leapt with nerves and relief when she saw there was a space next to Er. It wouldn't be weird now. That was the most obvious space there. He would think nothing of it. So he grabbed a horrifically lime green coloured bag and shimmied into it, bouncing over to Er and gracefully plonking herself down beside him, a little "wHoopsie!" coming out as she slipped a tad. "Hey hey," she murmured, wiggling her brows playfully at him. Ahhh, yes, this was going to go brilliantly. "Ooh... pranks? Anyone fancy charming some rugs and having a race through the corridors tonight? Cardival on the third floor said he'd keep an eye out for me...?" 

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