Room of Requirement.

[christianish]

The Ramones were playing. Danny thought he'd had a heartattack when he saw the phonograph, and his grin eclipsed itself when he shuffled over to a shelf and read the record titles. This room was, in a word, amazing

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[elanor_munwane]

Elanor didn't wait to see if Candace let Danny kiss her. Instead she took her drink and meandered herself over to a new bit of wall. She had been feeling engulfed in people and wanted to take a moment to survey the room.

Now that she felt less overwhelmed, she took a smaller sip off her new drink and tried to figure out what it was.

[penny_cervantes]

Penelope had finished refilling her drink and was just walking around. Or attemtping that is. She stumbled a few times and almost ran into someone.

She kept pushing passed people till she saw a familar red-head. "Elanor." she said slightly surprise. She hadn't seen her till now and didn't exactly expect her to come to Danny's party. "Are you having a good time?"

[elanor_munwane]

"Oh, yes, I think so."

She raised her glass in a small toast gesture. "Do you come here often?"

[penny_cervantes]

Penelope in return raised her glass as well. "Oh yes, we have drunken parties every Tuesday. Unless there's Quiddtich practice. Then it's Thursday's." She said in a joking manner.

[dravenisasmarty]

Draven walked into the Room of Requirment, with a gigantic smile plastered across his face. So he had started the celebrating a little early.

Spotting the birthday boy, he walked over to Danny and handed him a bottle of good muggle rum, "Happy Birthday, mate. I brought you some of my stash, thought you'd appretiate it."

[christianish]

Danny grinned at Draven. "Thanks mate," he said, "And now I have a favour to ask - Pat said I have to collect 16 kisses. Will you be number 10?"

[dravenisasmarty]

Draven smiled broadly and shrugged, "I don't see why not."

He leaned in and gave Danny a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Draven smiled again, rather more at himself this time, "Well now that you've stolen a kiss from the great Draven Osbourne. I shall wonder off and mingle with the crowd."

[christianish]

Danny laughed and grabbed Draven's wrist. "Oh no you don't, it's my birthday. I get to kiss you, gorgeous."

[andraleigh]

Andra was wobbling toward the wall where a line of bean-bag chairs occupied the space. In one particularly large and neon blue one, sat Remy with a fourth year girl wrapped all around him. She hesitated, watching for a second. Gently tapping the girl, she gestured to Remy. His eyes were slits, his mouth was open, and the poor, inexperienced girl's drool was dribbling down his chin. "Let 'im breathe, sweetheart," she said, slumping down in the chair next to him. He looked at her lazily.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, finally finding a clearer voice. She observed as Remy's gaze flitted from Danny, to Draven, disgust obvious. "Ah," she replied, clunking down and nuzzling her head onto his lap and closing her eyes.

Forget the fact she'd just gone buckwild with Danny.

((Out for now!! Andra's dozing nicely, but if she needs puppeting feel free to do so!))

[patfiddlesticks]

((Noooo, you cant leeeaaaveee!!))

[violeteyewonder]

[she's right! The fight/boy kissing has happened yet!]

[carringtonrw]

Carrington wandered into the Room of Requirement as the Ramones' I Wanna Be Sedated was blaring.

"Sedate me!" she giggled, "I'm ready to party!!"

She spotted Candace across the room, already giggling like a fool herself, and headed over to join her.

[patfiddlesticks]

Pat slowly turned his head to look at Danny. "...mate, you.." he started, then let out a growl in frustration. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Andra curled up in Remy's lap. This, seconds after Danny and her were far, far beyond what even he had felt.

Loser of the Year Club he thought to himself. I'm not just a member- I'm the bloody fucking president.

With a sigh, he pushed past Danny once again and headed for a pile of beanbag chairs in the corner. Something in him almost hoped Danny would follow.

[christianish]

Danny did, indeed, follow. He pushed Patrick slightly from behind, hoping the other boy would stumble onto a beanbag.

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick hit the beanbags alright, but it was almost more out of giving up on his feet than being pushed. He rolled over, propped his bottle of whisky up in the corner, and contimplated a smoke. And, he generally ignored that Danny was there, just for effect.

[christianish]

Danny tapped Patrick's shoulder softly. "Hey," he said. "I'm standing here. Don't ignore me - it's my birthday."