The Story Of Tonight!

"To us!"

As André and his closest friends were in the room of requirement, celebrating thanks to alcohol that one half of the twins, Apollo, had luckily gotten them some drinks. Celebrating the end of their fifth year. It had been a long road, but now it was time for summer once again, and he was happy about that. Finals were over, and André had surprisingly come out with better marks than he usually did. He usually had decent marks, but he and everyone who knew him knew that he was capable of more he was just his mediocre grades.

"Another year of surviving these exhausting fucking exams."

He took a swig of the drink he had, ending his gulp with a groan. Alcohol was fun and all, but it was still strong as hell. Especially when it was one of this ironically life threatening alcoholic drinks that the Wizarding world produced. Like Firewhiskey, he preferred himself some good ol' Chocolate Liqueur, way easier to down. Way easier to find in his adopted father's cabinet. Problem was sometimes that André and his adoptive brother would drink so much and wouldn't think straightly and realized that they had finished their father's drinks.

"Lets get pissed and teach 'em how to say goodbye." He said with a laugh, standing up and raising his drink to the roof, before bending his arm and downing his drink in one hit. He paused for a moment, letting out a breathless groan, his right hand to his throat as he had a small look of disgust on his face, but he turned to the twins. "Apollo you've come through again, bud. This is some of the good stuff." He let out a laugh.

Christian's laugh met the air after André's first declaration. His brother grinned, using his wand to flick the lid off of the bottle of beer Christian had selected. Between the two of them, Apollo had always gone for the harder stuff. That was why the elder twin's choice had been a short glass full of scotch. It was easy enough to sneak alcohol in when their former Transfiguration professor, Mr. Hayes, has taught them how to extend their bags. He had gotten in touch with one of the friends of his who had graduated the year before, and everything had been far too simple.

This sort of thing was probably why he wouldn't ever be selected as any sort of student leadership position. Except for the whole Quidditch Captain thing that was still up in the air. He half wished that the other candidate would just take it out from under him, if only because it would make things easier for Christian, who could no longer allow himself to play for Hufflepuff. As mad as Apollo thought that was.

"No problem, mate. You don't have to tell me, I know," Apollo said. Christian squinted at him, asking what he meant by that. What his brother knew. "That I'm awesome," Apollo explained, grinning around the lip of his glass as he took a drink.

Christian rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, refusing to laugh at the jest. "Merlin, I'm glad to be done," the younger twin said, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up onto the table that the room had provided for them when they'd come in.

"What do we think?" Apollo asked, leaning forward and looking around the table at the others. "Should we sneak out to the grounds later? I'd bet the groundskeeper would let us use that hut out there if we wanted to."

"Don't be stupid," Christian warned him. "She needs that job as much as we need to not get caught right before the school year ends."

Molly had quietly informed Margo over dinner that she had plans for the two of them that night. It was hard for Margo to understand what, as Molly had her last final after dinner, an Ancient Runes OWL that had been postponed for some boring reason the blonde had already forgotten. Margo tried to press her friend, but Molly was an unreadable as ever, her eyes casually scanning the lines of some book by some guy named Keroauc. Margo deflated, picking at her shepherd's pie. She looked off with a huff and it was only because she turned to demand Molly tell her that she caught Molly looking at the Zabini boys talking with their friend, Mulligan.

Molly must have heard something. Margo swore her friend had super hearing, or that she was actually some demi-god with all-knowing powers because Molly just seemed to know what to do, at all times. Margo only knew what to do because she knew that she could follow Molly to wherever they were supposed to go. Otherwise, Margo probably would never leave the dorm or the kitchens.

Molly left for her final, and gave Margo the cryptic message to prepare for some light fun. Margo immediately changed out of her school clothes into something more appropriate and collected the hidden bottle of vodka from under her bed. She went to collect Molly's but had forgotten the combination to her trunk, again, so she had to settle with the cigarettes on the nightstand and the baggy of Spice stuffed inside her own pillowcase.

And she waited.

She grew bored and decided to make a trip down to the kitchens - perhaps Molly would like some of the bourbon they kept rather than the vodka - but had barely made it four steps out of the staircase when she heard a two-note whistle.

She wheeled around, the items clanking in the bag she had borrowed from under Molly's bed. Molly was strolling towards her with that unreadable grin, a twitched lip and an arched eyebrow, her short braids unmoving at her sides. Margo could not help but admire her friend. Molly moved as though she knew everyone were watching, and yet there was absolutely no vanity to it. She walked like someone who had long gotten over the fact that people noticed her, but could not be bothered to change something about herself. She was frightening, really, something destructive and always-fading away... But it made you want to reach out and make sure she was real.

"Ready?"

Margo blinked. Molly had reached her. "Um, yeah. Do you wanna change?"

Molly shook her head slowly and deliberately- turn left, right, return, the smile never leaving.

"Where we going?" Margo asked. But Molly had already turned on her heel. Margo skittered to catch up.

They reached the seventh floor and the smile on Molly's face unfurled even wider. "Oh," she said, her voice almost a simper, as she reached the door to the Room of Requirement, which had not been properly shut behind its current occupants. Margo wanted to ask, opening her mouth wide, but a corrective look from Molly bade her to close her mouth and trust. So she did.

Molly's slender hand reached up and gripped the door, slipping inside, Margo following close behind, hoping for the hum of loud music, the cheering of raucous students, the splashing of alcohol. But instead, all she heard was the sound of three pleasant voices.

"I have an in with the groundskeeper."

Molly's voice cut through the air, despite its soft, rumbly quality. Margo didn't know what they had interrupted but could not help but be proud to have done so along someone who knew so well what they were doing.

"Might need to say please," Molly added, with a twitch of her lip.

André had a bright smile on his face as he took another shot of the Firewhiskey. Yes, complaining about drinks were one thing, but sometimes it go to the point where you just didn't care and wanted to drink. But after a shot or two more, he set the bloody drink to the side in favor for a more tame beer. He could already feel his head becoming a bit lighter and didn't want to end up completely shitfaced in front of his friends already. "Okay, good man, I said you came through again, don't start gettin' a big head now." He raised an eyebrow at his friend, but then finished off with another chuckle.

"They get so much harder every year." He complained about the exams. That was literally the line he said year after year, and it was a worthless line, because they were supposed to get harder. But he just needed something to say, and said the first idiotic thing that came to his mind. It was a constant cycle for him, get promoted a year, be excited about the new year, be less excited for exams, be exhausted by exams, wish for the new year, and then it started all over again.

To make matters worse, André was one of those 'I'll do my best next year' type guys, and he never lived up to that. After acting like he was getting his act together the first month, he would fall down into doing the minimum of what he was required to do, because he was lazy when it came to academics.

"Chris, my man, look-" He turned to the younger twin, obviously agreeing with what Apollo said with sneaking out to the grounds. "We wouldn't ask for her to.. 'Lie' for us per say." Saying 'lie' with finger quotes. "Just asking her to like... Maybe turn a blind eye. We don't even have to use the hut, we can get more drinks, maybe some music, sneak out to the great Lake.. Pray to God the Squid doesn't eat us."

Ready to say something else, he was cut off by two girls entering the room. Damn it, André, you always forget to double check the door. These were pretty good looking ladies, so he wasn't complaining though. He knew them, maybe knew OF them than he did as people."Weasley! Richards! Joining us?" He opened up two seats for the ladies. One of the many reasons he was friends with the twins, was because he was similar to both of them in plenty of ways, but also quite different. One thing he had in common with Apollo? He was reliable with the ladies, and a massive flirt. The American boy would even flirt when he knew the girls were out of his league, just because... Well it's not like he had anything to lose.

"We're listening." He said to Molly.

Christian turned to look over his shoulder when the door opened and he couldn't say he was surprised. Molly always seemed to know what he and his brother was doing, and he couldn't really complain. He was tempted to complain about his brother, though.

Apollo looked up as well when they appeared, grinning at them. "Well, well," he began, his voice teasing. He held up a glass to Margo, though, lifting his chin in a sort of nod as a silent greeting.

Molly's words weren't lost on Christian, but - as they all would have expected by now - he wasn't exactly comfortable with just taking that risk. What would happen if they got in trouble at the end of the school year? They wouldn't have to re-take anything would they? Regardless of what Apollo would say later, Christian knew that his brother wouldn't be up for it either.

"You don't think she'll mind?" He asked carefully, lifting his eyebrows.

Apollo waved a hand at his brother dismissively, draping his arm over the back of Molly's chair. "What's the plan, Molly?"

Everyone was always so happy to see her. She couldn't say everyone. There were plenty of people who could care less about her. She had always had this twisted way of thinking though... It was the people who were happy to see her that she resented, and the people who couldn't care whether or not she lived or died... those were the people she knew had something going for them.

Everything was so backwards with her.

Maybe not backwards. Inside out. Flipped on its head.

Yes. That. Mmmm.

Margo almost immediately bounded over to the chairs, throwing herself into one and leaning towards Andre, pouting her lips as she slowly spelled out the words, "You're a love, Mul-ly." Her tongue pushed off the front of her teeth, separating the word with a mischievous look. Molly didn't have to roll her eyes for the sentiment to be felt - she had a way of expressing how she felt without using any of her facial muscles.

Molly crossed to the chair, her shoulders peeking out from under her sweater. Margo had fished out the bottle of vodka and was now taking sips out of it, glad she had gone for the peach - though she might have been the only human in existence to actually enjoy the taste of just straight peach vodka. Her nose crinkled and she shook her head, swallowing the drink down. She glanced up at Christian and tilted the bottle towards him, offering.

Molly sat and felt her fingers twitch - she wanted a cigarette, but it could wait a mo'. Each boy expressed their interest in her words, but it was Apollo who spoke last, Apollo who breached any sort of closeness to her, so she turned to him, her eyeliner-rimmed eyes locking onto his. There was something... interesting about Apollo. Most of the time when she engaged in such specific eye contact, she expected the other person to shy away or get nervous. Hell, even Baker shied from her, and he was the least self-aware person to exist. But somehow, she felt Apollo wouldn't shy.

"You didn't say please," she reminded.

Margo had finished another sip and lowered the bottle, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Dom's Molly's cousin, duh!" She laughed. "Can basically ask her anything. Or trick her. I dunno. Hey Molly, I thought Dom said she might not come back next year?"

Molly felt her lips roll inward, as Margo completely deflated the vibe she was going for. "Lovely," she murmured, her tone airy and light.

André thought that the appearance of two young ladies to their little celebration was just the touch it needed to keep this from becoming a complete sausage fest. Not that the American boy disliked hanging out with his friends, but aside from the fact that he thought the more people the merrier, he knew that too much of their other guy friends and they could get into more trouble than just sneaking out. That being said, he didn't know Molly or Margo well enough, so he didn't know if the night would escalate or not. "So I been told." He smirked at Margo, after her comment, almost immediately attracted.

He waved a hand dismissively at Christian. "Don't worry about all that, homie. School's almost over, I doubt we'll get in that much trouble, if we get into any." He chuckles. He just wanted to get crazy, start off what would be a summer of just doing whatever the hell he wanted. Because there was nothing like a wild teenage wizard having some fun.

"Manners, 'Pollo." He said, raising an eyebrow at his friend jokingly, taking another swig of his beer, taking a moment to glance over at Margo once, slightly admiring her for a moment, same smirk on his face as before. Before he got too creepy, he looked over at Molly. "Please, excuse my ill-mannered friend." He said holding, a slight laugh added because he really wasn't anyone to talk about anyone's manners.

Christian and Apollo had obviously been aware of Molly's relation to Dom, though André perhaps wouldn't have, so neither could begrudge Margo's upbeat explanation. But it did strike a bit of a nerve in both boys, each nearly looking at the other but stopping before their chin turned too far or their eyes glanced to the side.

Instead, Christian nodded and Apollo gave a fake laugh while he nudged Margo's shoulder with the hand settled on the back of Molly's chair. "Easy there, love."

It wasn't the worst, as far as fake laughs went, Apollo thought. And it helped that André chided him. Holding up his glass in a one-handed apologetic gesture and inclined his head towards Molly. "Oh, of course. Quite sorry."

As Apollo tipped his glass back and took another drink, Christian sat back and kicked a foot up onto the table. "Right, well, let's say we go out there. What's the point? We sneaking all the way to Hogsmeade or what? Because if we're going to get suspended or expelled, we may as well go full-throtle on it." Despite rolling his eyes, Christian wasn't actually sure he was kidding anymore. I wasn't going to be the guy that stayed home while his best friends went around without him.

Still, he didn't deny that it would be dangerous. And Apollo's smirk told him all he needed to know. His brother was in.

Molly blinked at the Mulligan kid and tilted her head, viewing him the way a scientist might view a specimen that was acting particularly wild that day. She hummed a bit and looked down at the bottle that Margo had brought, taking it and looking at it. No. Vodka wouldn't do. She wasn't a fan, truly, as it seemed to be the one drink men always insisted on pushing on women when they went out - that and tequila.

Her eyes flicked between her options and landed on the bottle of Scotch resting on the ground. It seemed to belong to Apollo, so her eyes flicked back up to his face and she raised an eyebrow, asking the question as she reached out and took the bottle up, letting the boys humor Margo while she took a few deep gulps. She had always had a high tolerance for alcohol and cigarettes, making it necessary for her to really drink to feel the effect.

And with exams over, she wanted to feel it.

She had only brought Dom up because... she had already been brought up. Molly had no plans except to make the night worth all of the stress of the semester. She had a grand opportunity here. Margo was enjoying the attention from Mulligan, and Molly would be free to continue trying to unlock the Zabini mystery... a mystery she knew existed, even if she wasn't sure what it was.

She tilted her head and her eyes flicked between Margo and the boys. She smiled. "Who wants to go camping?"

Margo's mouth tipped open and she clapped a hand down on Andre's shoulder, slowly turning to look at him. "Camping!" she reiterated, shaking his shoulder. She looked back. "Molly and I used to go all the time! It's so fun! It's - but where? The mountains behind the shack? Or in the shack? Or maybe we-"

"There's the Forest too," Molly said. She knew that no matter how many people claimed to be unafraid of the forest, the idea of camping out among the centaurs and spiders and thestrals...

"We can stock up on... supplies," Molly said, tilting the bottle. "Meet up. Sneak out."

"Okay, maybe he does have some manners." The boy straightened his shirt, as he looked out at his companions, slightly feeling like the odd man out. Mostly because aside from the few Quidditch and PA dealings, he hadn't had much to do. He knew Apollo had been scratched by a werewolf, who was Lily Potter, but that was about it. André knew first hand what a werewolf attack was like. Aside from the giant claw mark that ran down his back, he was orphaned because of a werewolf attack. Now he wasn't really the one to go around and talk about how his parents had died or anything. Anyone who saw the claw mark would ask, he would simply explain it to them. No doubt, his close friends, the twins already knew of this. But André hardly told anyone else, and he was content to keep it that way.

He smacked the table after Christian's comment with a strong hand, and moved his hand onto the boy's shoulder, shaking it slightly. "There we go! That's what I'm talkin' about." He turned to take a swig of his drink, then proceeded to laugh a bit, looking at Christian. Full throttle is exactly what André liked, and everyone who knew him knew that. Carpe Diem. Of course, Christian was a friend and all, but the American boy would've probably still went out had his friend decided not to.

His smile didn't waver as he looked at Margo, who seemed very excited by Molly's proposition to go camping. The idea didn't seem so bad, camping out, drinking, the slight adrenaline rush and excitement that came with being out. Hell, maybe if he played his cards right he could pull off snuggling up to Richards, since she seemed excited. He chuckled at her response, then turned to Molly, and interested gaze in his eyes as she mentioned the forest. One of his overall Gryffindor characteristics was his unwavering bravery, even if sometimes it got him into a lot of stupid situations.

"I'm up for it if they are." He motioned towards the twins.