It seems like it's been forever since Chris has been to a real, proper blowout. There aren't exactly any clubs on the island for this sort of thing, and the last time Chris had any kind of party in his own hut, it'd taken him fuckin' ages to properly sort out the damage. As it was, he was still finding brownie crumbs and other people's coats when
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As long as he didn't have too much, though. Even wizards and witches needed Calming Draughts, which were unfortunately impossible to concoct on the island.
"Hey," she greeted softly, a light smile on her face.
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"Hello, Billy," she tilted her head. "Having a good night?"
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