Welcome to Until The End. We are a moderate Harry Potter role-playing site set in the Marauder's Era. Our plot is generally derived from details in the book, but as an AU site we do take liberties most anywhere we like. Those who died in the books can have a second chance at living, and those who lived are always at risk.
Tom Marvolo Riddle has long since disappeared and in his stead Lord Voldemort has risen, bringing a small army with him. The Ministry of Magic has thus far ignored the growing menace that is the Death Eaters and Albus Dumbledore has taken it upon himself to defend the wizarding community from an evil he knows is building. War is coming. Pick a side!
School's Out For Summer
The Hogwart's Express has pulled up to the station in King's Cross station and the summer holidays have officially begun. What mischeif will you get into in the warm summer sun?
*Coming Soon* - Summer Solstice Carnival
Travel by portkey to the biggest summer celebration in wizard society - The Summer Solstice Carnival! There will be food, games, prizes, fun and more!
"Well, hello there. You look like a bad decision, come on over here."
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Post by Olivia Anne Fawley on Jul 1, 2018 22:00:13 GMT -8
Olivia Fawley
perfectly made for an imperfect walk...
Olivia felt herself rock forward as the train prepared to stop at Platform 9¾. She gripped the gray upholstery of her seat to brace herself until the violent shuddering motion of the compartment died down. It was, she thought, always the worst part of the train ride. There tended to be a brief moment of worry that the school trunks above would escape their overhead storage bin and come plummeting down on her. Although it never happened, it was still a relief to start her summer holiday without a chocolate frog sized knot on her forehead. It wouldn’t be a cute look on anyone.
Retrieving her wide brimmed hat from the floor, Olivia peevishly nudged her sleeping brother on the other side of the small compartment. She did it with more force than was probably necessary, but Jonas promised to stay awake the entire ride back to King’s Cross Station. Of course the moment they had gotten settled into their seats, he started balling his wizarding robes up into a makeshift pillow. ’It was to get comfortable,’ he claimed as he laid down across his half of the bench. Fifteen minutes later he started snoring, and Olivia was forced to keep her own company.
“Jonas, get up. We’re here,” she said firmly and nudged him again, this time a bit harder. “I need you to help me with the trunks.”
Jonas let out a low groan and slowly pulled himself up, his brown hair mussed and eyes blurry with sleep. “Okay, okay. Fine. Stop, I’m up.”
Together they worked to pull down their heavy trunks and dragged them out onto the platform. It was already crowded as families and students mingled together for the first time since the winter holidays. Most faces Olivia did not recognize, but every now and again she would see a parent of a friend or some cousin of a housemate. She gave them her hello’s and best wishes for summer, and hauled her trunk to a small clearing that wasn’t teeming with people. It was difficult to say, but she didn’t think her parents were here yet.
“Hey V, watch my things,” Jonas said, breaking Olivia’s attention with a quick smack to the arm. He dropped his trunk at her feet with a loud thud, and before she could protest, took off towards a group of friends. She watched as Jonas threw his arms over the shoulders of two boys, say something to them, and then break out in laughter.
Stranded with their belongings, Olivia resumed her search for their parents. Perhaps their older brother, Damian, would be coming today as well. In his last owl, he said he would try to leave work early, but it was difficult to break away because of things. Those things, she never knew. His work as an Unspeakable was shrouded in as much mystery as his dating life, but Olivia knew he’d try to keep his word if possible.
Olivia scanned the platform once again and this time caught the site of a familiar brunette: Christine Sayre. Her friend was talking to an older guy she didn’t recognize and another female student. The student looked familiar – Lily, she thought her name was – a couple years younger and in Gryffindor. Olivia had seen her in passing in the halls and during meal time, but they hadn’t interacted much.
Glancing back at Jonas, who was still talking with his friends, Olivia felt herself give in. It’s not like anyone was going to try and steal their trunks. They were ungodly heavy and awkward to carry – it’d make for a terribly difficult getaway. Besides, did she really want to stand around alone and wait for her parents to make their grand arrival?
Straightening her shoulders, Olivia made her way over to Christine and her friends. She caught the tail end of their conversation regarding Lily staying with Christine so she could attend the Summer Solstice Carnival.
“Last year’s carnival was so much fun,” Olivia said with a smile. “At the end, once it got dark, they lit up the sky with dragons, hippogriffs, and a phoenix. Kind of like those things muggles use on the holidays, but better. Ours can run and chase each other.”
Skies are blue, and the dreams you dare to dream, really do come true.
C
hristine raised an eyebrow of disbelief at the younger girl but shrugged all the same. "I'm going to pretend I believe you." she teased.
She had enough practice dealing with Emara's stubbornness, and wasn't about to tackle Lily's. Still she gave a soft nod letting the younger girl know she was there for her if Lily felt the need to talk.
It was a short offer of comfort as Olivia seemingly appeared out of no where and Christine's tentative smile split into a wide grin, "Liv!" she gasped and pulled her friend in for a quick hug. Through the bustle of getting on the train, and then her refusal to leave Emara's side, she hadn't said goodbye to a lot of her friends, she was happy to have the opportunity now.
"So you're going too then?!" she asked excitedly, when Olivia mentioned the light display at the end of the show Christine perked up and turned toward Lily, "Oh yes, that's right, what are they called again?"
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down.
E
mara gave a small smile of relief at Lyra's understanding. It wasn't that Sam was traumatized by the event, not like Lyra had been. Instead Sam vacillated between feeling intense guilt and nothing at all. What kind of monster did it make her that she was nonplussed by the loss of life? Loss that, in all likelihood, was her own fault to begin with. The guilt and remorse were at times cloying, but quickly replaced with a numbness and an endless string of arguments that Emara was only doing what she had to do to survive, and to keep those she cared for out of harms way in return.
In an odd way Lyra's sympathy for Emara only made the young Slytherin feel worse - when she wasn't attempting to feel nothing at all. Truthfully Lyra wouldn't have the trauma she had if Emara had done as she was told in the first place, but her conflicting emotions and brief bout of conscience told her that seducing Rafe to use him was wrong. Lyra paid the price for Emara's stubbornness, and now was offering comfort for the very crime committed against her by Sam's indirect hand. The irony and disgust were not lost on Emara, but she tucked it away intending to get truly sloshed that evening and make bad decisions - they couldn't be worse than the ones Sam had already made.
"Thank you. We'd better get back to Nik before he has a conniption - he's been impossible since... well I guess it's understandable." she sighed, bearing her oldest and dearest friend no ill will.
"Well, hello there. You look like a bad decision, come on over here."
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Post by Olivia Anne Fawley on Jul 2, 2018 0:52:01 GMT -8
Olivia Fawley
perfectly made for an imperfect walk...
Olivia returned Christine’s hug with the same initiated vigor; her irritation with Jonas quickly becoming a thing of the past. This was definitely better than waiting by their trunks by herself and her hesitation about someone stealing them became inconsequential. Let them take Jonas’s trunk – all they would probably find is some dirty old socks and Quidditch magazines.
“Of course,” she said, briefly holding onto Christine by the arms before letting her go. “I had so much fun last year.”
As soon as the words came tumbling out, another flicker of a thought trailed not far behind. The whole job thing her parents were pressing upon her. Like they had done with her two older brothers at her age, Olivia had been asked to find a summer job. Well not so much asked as she was told to find one. ‘It’s to help build character,’ they said when she protested, ‘And it won’t hurt to earn some extra money.’
Olivia was starting to come around to the idea and could admit that it would be nice to have some spending money for weekend trips to Hogsmeade. Damian thought she had waited too late to find one (he had spent his summer scooping ice cream at Fortescue’s), Jonas wasn’t even sure what she would be qualified for, but Olivia was pretty confident she could find something in Diagon Alley.
“Well there could be a small problem. It’s tragic, but my parents have asked me to spend one of my last free summers…working somewhere…I’m not quite sure where yet. I still have to figure that part out.” She said and shrugged her shoulders. “But I’ll figure it out somehow.”
Olivia looked expectantly at Lily for Christine’s answer. She’d forgotten the girl was muggleborn, but if anyone would knew it, then it would be her.
Post by Lyra Ophelia Nott on Jul 2, 2018 13:20:36 GMT -8
Her nose crinkled as Lyra grinned, smothering a small laugh between a tight smile. “I’m surprised he’s let you go this far away from him. What are we, twelve whole steps away? Merlin, he must be dying.” Lyra knew there was some truth to her statement, and in all honesty, she would have been acting similarly to Nik had she not gotten herself distracted by her own family – her former family. But Lyra also knew there was no use for it. Emara was two years her junior and acted a decade her senior, anyone would be hard pressed to force Emara to do anything she didn’t want to do, other than her wretched mum. Lyra tried to forget that Nadya existed, knowing Emara would be better off without her and that none of the Sayres would miss her company, but it wasn’t always possible with such a controlling woman. The best thing for it was to avoid commenting too much on parents (as very few of their inner circle had parents worth remembering fondly) and focusing on themselves. And nights out at the club.
Lyra locked arms with Emara and the girls headed back over to Nik and what appeared to be a growing gaggle of students surrounding Christine. That was not an uncommon occurrence. Unlike her cousin Emara, Christine was one of the most open and friendly people you would ever meet. Not to say Emara was unpleasant but she wasn’t as welcoming as her older cousin. In fact, it had been Lyra’s friendship with Christine that introduced her to Emara who was now her best friend despite their age difference. “I think you’ve lost one,” Lyra remarked casually to Nik, referring to Emara who was still on her arm. “Are you taking up a collection here, Nik?” She looked around at the younger witches, none of which she had been friends with while she was at school.
Skies are blue, and the dreams you dare to dream, really do come true.
C
hristine lived in such a different world than her peers. Summers without magic, summer jobs, even Lyra - who walked back with Emara and joined their circle - had parents who expected her to pull her weight by getting married.
Christine's parents seemed truly unique in that they not only wanted what was best for Christine, but they trusted Christine to discover what that best thing was. Not for the first time in her life did Christine send thoughts of gratitude toward whatever powers may be for the family she had.
But even her family wasn't safe - heaven knew Christine's upbringing was worlds apart from her cousin's. Emara was perhaps the most damaged person Christine knew, then again Nik's history was equally depressing. Christine briefly wondered if her idyllic life just hadn't hit the rough waters yet. She had heard stories of her parent's trials - romanticized of course - but it was all just a foreign thought to the girl who spent her summers sailing the seven seas, and her holidays being indulged and loved by her parents.
Christine was silent, though she gave a genuine look of sympathy toward her friend.
"Well, if you can put them off for just a few more weeks, you could join Lily and me at Castle Eire, we can have a proper Irish sleepover." she paused then and glanced at Nik before laughing, "Not one of those Irish sleepovers." she corrected referring to the times her uncles, her elder brother, and Nik went pub crawling.
"Well, hello there. You look like a bad decision, come on over here."
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Post by Olivia Anne Fawley on Jul 4, 2018 12:17:20 GMT -8
Olivia Fawley
perfectly made for an imperfect walk...
The temptation to blow off her only responsibility for the summer gripped at Olivia tightly – after all, it would only be for the weekend, right? It’s not like she wouldn’t have the rest of her summer to toil away in some shop trying to earn a few galleons. Besides, who knew if they would have a chance to do this next year? Their lives might take them in completely opposite directions after graduation and this kind of invitation wouldn’t be feasible.
Olivia pursed her lips together as she debated her options. There was bound to be a way to keep both her parents and her social life happy this summer. Olivia was nothing, if not resourceful, in finding a way to make a good time happen. It was a carefully cultivated talent which she groomed throughout the last six years at Hogwarts – the ability to recognize potential fun, to embrace it completely, and to stay just far enough ahead to keep out of any serious trouble.
Having made up her mind, Olivia clapped her hands together and grinned at Christine. “Okay, count me in. I’ll find a way to make it work.” She glanced between friend and the older bloke (who was quite easy on the eyes, she’d admit) as Christine warned him against the other Irish sleepover. “Wait, what kind of sleepover is that? Should we be adding that to our list at Castle Eire?”
Olivia noticed two other witches approaching their small, but growing number. One Olivia recognized as Emara – a girl who seemed quiet enough in the couple of classes that they shared together. She sometimes forgot Christine and her were cousins, they seemed opposite enough in personalities. Maybe she was also planning to come to Castle Eire.
Then there was Lyra. It was a good day when the older girl graduated Hogwarts as it meant Olivia didn’t have to deal with her the following fall. She didn’t know if Lyra remembered her, but she easily remembered their handful of run-ins at school. There had been more than one occasion when Lyra and her friends made one of Olivia’s housemates cry. Lyra, she hoped, would not be coming to Castle Eire.
Olivia held out her hand to the older gentleman who Lyra called Nik. “I’m Olivia by the way. If you are taking up a collection then I think we should at least be on a first name basis.”
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
L
yra wasn’t wrong. They may have been twelve whole steps away, but it felt like a mile and Nik could barely keep up with the conversation going on around him. He supplied the occasional nod and “mmhmm” when there was a lull in the conversation, but the majority of his attention was on the vivacious blonde and cool dark-haired beauty standing next to her. They painted a pretty picture and a more self-aware man would see the danger in the deep feelings he had for both women, and while Nik was more self-aware than most, he was a complete idiot where his heart was concerned.
He began to breathe a little easier as the pair made their way back to him and relaxed finally when they were at his side. He resisted the urge to put his arms around them and Christine and apparate back home. It wasn’t that he was bothered by the conversation that he wasn’t paying attention to, it was rather a reaction to recent events.
When Nik mentioned his collection, he gave her a dirty look, he opened his mouth to reply when Christine offered Castle Eire as a perfect location for a summer sleepover. He groaned inwardly. The last thing he wanted to do was play host to a group of gaggling teenagers – even if the teenagers in question weren’t gaggling. His face was implacable however as he resigned himself to the affair. Castle Eire was large enough for a few more guests – it was large enough to house most of Hogwarts if need be, but the Sayre group managed to swallow it with the large personalities there. If need be he could always escape to his own property for the night or however long the girlish festivities would occur.
Christine mentioned his own Irish sleepovers and the corner of his mouth tilted upward in a devastatingly handsome smirk. The memories were fondly tumbling over themselves when suddenly a hand was in front of him. He offered a gentle welcoming smile, “Nicholas.” he returned.
He gave Christine a nod, “I am not a collector, just fortunate in my company.” he assured the blonde in front of him.
“Chris, I trust you have everything in hand here, I’m going to check on Conor and the bags.”
He pulled Emara toward him gently giving a small kiss to her forehead, before pulling on a loose strand of Lyra’s hair and winking.
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times.
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Post by Lily Jane Evans on Jul 6, 2018 7:54:00 GMT -8
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Lily Evans
"You do that," the Lioness agreed with a halfhearted smile, doing her best to drag her mind back to the subject of the conversation rather than allowing it to drift off all over the place, as it was prone to do. Lily's trouble was that she had such an active mind that it had great difficulty in keeping still and dedicating itself to one single topic of conversation. She nodded to the older Ravenclaw, who she didn't particularly know, with a smile. Just because she didn't know the girl as a close friend didn't mean that she had no idea who she was, after all- she might not have been the most social of creatures, but Lily did her best to have at least a vague idea of the backgrounds of most of her fellow students. Not that she always succeeded, and not that she always particularly liked what she knew about people.
Lily rolled her eyes dramatically at Christine's question- the girl might have been a pureblood, but she and her older Housemate had spent quite enough time together that she would have thought that Christine would have at least a vague idea about this kind of thing. Then again, not everyone absorbed information at the same rate that Lily did. "Fireworks," she returned succinctly.
Skies are blue, and the dreams you dare to dream, really do come true.
C
hristine had the decency to blush a bit at Lily's response, "That's it." she said with a firm nod. She could hardly be blamed for not knowing every muggle invention - there was a reason she didn't take muggle studies - as fascinating as she found the culture, terms were constantly lost on her.
She excused Lily's tone. She'd be upset too if she had to give up magic for several months during the summer, and during holidays too, no moving pictures or rock stars could make up for it. Christine hoped their small get together would lift the young Gryffindor's spirits. Christine had an entire summer of exploration and adventure awaiting her in a couple of weeks, but she was determined to make the slumber party and the summer festival a blast.
"In any case, I'm sure it'll be a blast."
She waved Nik off when he mentioned checking on their bags, and she could tell she had lost Emara and Lyra's attention.
Lyra had been a friend of hers when the girl attended Hogwarts. It wasn't surprising as Christine was friends with nearly everyone, but they had met on the train going to Hogwarts and were fast friends before Christine had been sorted into Gryffindor. Of course Christine was a Sayre - a pureblood and rich to boot - so there were very few who weren't willing to overlook her house affiliation when compared to her status. Ironically Emara and Lyra had become best friends - as close as you could be with Emara - after her cousin had transferred, even if they couldn't stand each other at first. Christine imagined the two Slytherin beauties had much more in common than Christine did with either of them, but she loved them dearly.
She turned her attention back to the captive audience of two - Lily and Olivia - and gave a wide grin, "Well, now I'm excited, we should make a whole day of it!"
Post by Lyra Ophelia Nott on Jul 7, 2018 22:04:28 GMT -8
From the small snippet of conversation Lyra had overheard thus far, Christine and her mates were just planning a witch’s night in at the castle. Usually this would be something Lyra would invite herself to, regardless of whether the others had extended her an invitation or not, but Lyra didn’t like the way the blonde girl used her own words against her, talking about Nik’s little collection of underaged witches and wanting to make sure he knew her name. What made Olivia so special that Nicholas Malfoy would need to know her name over anyone else’s? Lyra remembered enough about the Ravenclaw to remember not being much of a fan, though the exact details of Lyra’s distaste for the younger girl were a bit fuzzy.
Nik made an excuse to leave – checking on Christine and Emara’s luggage – and Lyra decided she’d much rather be in his company than the little band of misfits Christine was pulling together. “Come on,” she said with a grin to Emara, “let’s go with Nik and plan our night out. We’ll leave these ones to their own devices.” She smirked at Olivia, then Lily, and finally her gaze landed on Christine. “We’ll meet you by the carriage, love.” Turning back to Emara, their arms still linked, Lyra began to throw out options of which nightclub they should go to, and what dress she ought to wear.
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times.
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Post by Lily Jane Evans on Jul 8, 2018 13:59:28 GMT -8
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Lily Evans
Logically, she supposed, she really could not blame Christine for not knowing much about Muggle society. Yes, Lily had picked up a great deal of magical society, but that was because she lived in it for the majority of every year, whereas Christine had never, so far as she was aware, lived in the Muggle world... Although that was a point; how on earth did pureblooded witches and wizards like her friends manage to avoid breaking the Statute of Secrecy when they knew so little about Muggles? Presumably, they just had to spend as little time as was practicable in the company of non-magical people... but then, that was something of a self-perpetuating evil, was it not? They spent no time with Muggles, so they knew nothing about Muggles, so they couldn't spend any time with Muggles, and so it went on. That, in Lily's view, was one way to achieve an increasingly insular state of society, and she was not at all in favour. Inclusivity was far more her idea of perfection, although she would admit that she was quite possibly more than a little biased, what with her Muggleborn background. She wanted to access the same kinds of jobs as purebloods could, and she was determined to do so. Whatever it took.
She made a point of ignoring Lyra- she didn't have the time or the energy to deal with the girl just at the moment, and she wasn't worth it anyway. "A whole day, huh?" The Lioness allowed herself a moment to mull it over. Her mother wouldn't like it, but then her mother would probably be preoccupied most of the time anyway. In fact, she might not even notice that Lily was gone... "Sounds good to me!"
"Well, hello there. You look like a bad decision, come on over here."
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Post by Olivia Anne Fawley on Jul 9, 2018 12:06:44 GMT -8
Olivia Fawley
perfectly made for an imperfect walk...
Olivia watched as Lyra and Emara weaved their way through the crowd of people; the slight tension that had been building between her shoulders began to disappear once the older witch wandered out of sight. She hoped Lyra wasn’t planning to come to Castle Eire. Olivia had no idea what the girl was like outside of school, but she imagined her to be about as much fun as the condescending elitist that she remembered. Maybe it wasn’t a terrible idea to pack a bottle of firewhiskey for her trip to Castle Eire – just in case.
At Christine’s keen mention to make an entire day of it at the castle and Lily’s cautious response, Olivia brought her attention back to the girls. She had no idea what Lily’s reservations were, but she wanted the younger redhead to have fun. She seemed sweet enough at school – if not a little too serious at times – and it looked like she could use the chance to properly let loose. And who better to show her the way than Christine and herself?
“Lily, we’ll have a blast,” Olivia promised before adding with a wicked grin. “Even if that means we’ll have to get you sloshed first in order to do so. Obviously we’ll join, but we’ll get you dancing on the table tops in no time.”
She was about to toss in some of her own ideas for their day at the castle when a sharp whistle and an “Oi, Olivia!” rang out from behind her. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound and was very pleased to see Damian’s familiar face in the crowd. Despite standing nearly a head above most of the families and students, her older brother politely pressed through the groups as he cleared a path toward Olivia. Behind him, Jonas followed – struggling to drag Olivia’s and his school trunks with him. Olivia couldn’t tell if his Jonas’s face was red from effort or anger that she had left their things unattended.
“Damian!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around his neck in a big hug. “You got off work!”
Damian quickly hugged her back and nodded. “Yeah, turned out I wasn’t the only one picking up family today. I guess the nice thing about working in the Department of Mysteries is no one really asks any questions.”
“Well good, I’m glad you made it.” Olivia said. She glanced around Damian to where Jonas stood. “You’re not going to die on us, are you?”
“I don’t know, V. Your trunk weighs a bloody ton.” Jonas panted and dropped her trunk. It hit the ground with a solid thud. “What did you even pack – a dead body?”
“Just the essentials,” she promised. “Where are Mum and Dad?”
“They’re waiting for us at the entrance. You know how Mum sometimes gets in crowds,” Damian said. “But they want to grab lunch – ”
“—So let’s get going. We’re starving,” Jonas finished for him.
Olivia rolled her eyes. If Jonas hadn’t slept through the entire ride back to King’s Cross, he could have easily purchased a snack on the train. Turning back to Lily to Christine, Olivia hugged both of the girls.
“Send me an owl if you need me to bring anything,” she told Christine. “And let me know what you’re going to wear to the carnival. I have some new boots I want to break in.”
Olivia gave them a final wave and scurried after Damian and Jonas, who were already making their way to the station’s entrance. Damian elected to carry Olivia’s trunk for her (with much admonishment from Jonas). As Damian and Jonas bickered between one another on the values of being the baby in the family versus the only girl, Olivia felt a small sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach. Her days at Hogwarts were numbered – only one more year remained before Olivia found herself in the real world – regardless if she was ready or not. And deep down, Olivia knew that she wasn’t.
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down.
I
t didn't take much convincing for Emara to follow after Nik. Despite her protests at everyone's hovering, Emara really didn't have the mental fortitude to continue playing nice in front of a crowd. She wanted to go home, dip into her stash of illicit goodies, and have a night on the town. Maybe she could regain some of the control that had been taken from her ever since Hogsmeade - she was sure there was enough alcohol in Ireland to accomplish the task.
She didn't much favor Nik's company either, but between Nik and Lyra, and the unknown gaggle of girls they had just left, Nik and Lyra were the safe choice, at least she could unscrew her jaw from smiling so damn much.
She politely excused herself and walked with Lyra, but pulled the girl further toward the side of the station where she was hopeful no one would notice them. Peering once more around the corner to check for privacy she reached into the small purse she carried and retrieved the much coveted cigarette she had been denied on the long trip home. Her back against the wall she lit it and inhaled deeply, finally appearing to relax once the nicotine hit her system. She paused for a moment and measured her words.
"I'd rather Nik not join us." she stated simply before ashing the cigarette and bringing it back to her lips.
It was the best of times and it was the worst of times.
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Post by Lily Jane Evans on Jul 10, 2018 9:55:31 GMT -8
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Lily grinned a trifle awkwardly. In all honesty, getting drunk was not something which she had a whole lot of experience of- unlike her sister, who she knew for a fact had spent most of her time at university attending all-night parties and drinking as much alcohol as was made available to her. Personally, the redhead didn't seem to find herself at very many parties in the first place. This was probably, she would have to admit, yet another consequence of her Muggle upbringing. All her friends lived in the magical world; it was quite difficult to go to their parties. And whilst she had, initially, received plenty of invitations, Lily suspected that over the years, people had just got so used to her declining that now, they didn't even bother asking. Now, though, things were going to be different. Quite apart from anything else, she'd been informed of the existence of the Knight Bus. And it wasn't that she was exactly opposed to being drunk... How could she be opposed to something she hadn't tried, after all? "Better hope they're sturdy tables..." she murmured.