Happy Birthday, Maxxie

[noonelaughed]

It hasn't actually been that long since the last proper party on the island, but Chris can't help but feel like it's been fuckin' ages or something, what with all that's happened between then and now. If he's honest about it, they've probably got more to mourn than to celebrate, what with how the island's fucked with all of their lives lately,

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[honestlyrubbish]

It was getting more and more difficult to stand parties like these. Hermione had never been one to enjoy much of anything when she felt stressed, and her inability to help Harry to any satisfiable degree, her inability to figure out the way that the island worked, and her inability to stop worrying about who would disappear next kept her up many evenings and even left her without appetite. At the very least, however, researching left Hermione feeling as though she was still accomplishing something, or at least leaving herself open to the potential of stumbling across an important fact. Parties were, on the other hand, frivolous. If they could not afford her the emotional and physical comfort that they could so many of the other people in the cave, then Hermione, quite frankly, wanted none of it

[sixthhandlion]

"Malfoy bloody-well happened," Ron replied with a frown. Even in the heat of the cave, his hair still hadn't dried, and it'll probably end up sticky later. Now Ron wishes he had gone ahead and had a brownie or piece of cake from the table, because then maybe he wouldn't give a toss about it.

At least Hermione's actually come into the party now; he hadn't been able to talk her out of reading outside instead, no matter how hard he'd tried.

"He thought my hair was on fire."

[honestlyrubbish]

Admittedly, the combination of everything made it difficult for Hermione to stifle her laughter. Ron looked very misrable indeed, standing where he was, hair matted and sticking against his forehead- and having been drenched on multiple occasions, Hermione knew that the addition of sugar into the mix could only have made things worse. But it was such a harmless thing, no doubt an action taken by Draco while completely drunk (perhaps even high, but Hermione preferred to push that thought out of her mind), as it had absolutely no finesse to excuse Draco taking such an action on a clear mind.

Besides, Hermione could understand someone mistaking Ron's hair for fire. It was always what had appealed to her so much about its color.

"Oh... oh Ron, you poor thing," Hermione managed without breaking completely into a laugh. "Here, let's go get you cleaned up, shall we? I hope you didn't do anything to Malfoy."