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[commandertoolbelt]

The thing Leo has come to love most about being a half-blood and going to wizard school isn't the magic - it's the parties. Any normal teenagers can throw a decent party if given half a chance, but throw magic into the mix, and all bets are off. And, of course, he knows exactly the right way through the secret tunnels to get to Hogsmeade, and there is this one bar that'll give something a little stronger than regular old butterbeer to a bunch of underage kids, and then there's the entrance to the kitchens where Piper can talk the house elves into just about anything... Add all that together, and it's simple math, when you get right down to it.

The only thing to make your standard teenage wizarding party better here at Hogwarts is to bring in all the Houses in the Room of Requirement. The best part? Not having to sneak in anything from Hogsmeade, because the Room takes care of everything for them, and the supply is neverending.

It doesn't take much for these affairs to start getting out of hand, and Leo of course isn't one to let a good party pass him by. The Room is making sure he has a steady supply of his favorite drinks throughout the night, and the stereo he rigged up for a friend in third year is still going strong, playing some of the better tunes that both the Muggleborns and Pure-bloods can get behind. It's all to hang out before Christmas break, and to celebrate a great game of Quidditch - and there are even a good number of Hufflepuffs around, those that are too good-natured to hold a grudge against the Ravenclaw team for doing their jobs. All in all, it's a great shindig, and it's not until long after curfew that Leo even considers going back to the common room.

By the time he actually does go, the task turns out to be more difficult as he'd imagined it would be. The portraits are about ten times as entertaining as usual, especially that one knight, and even the ones that chastise him as he stumbles down the hall, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous some of them sound, ordering him to get back to his common room before one of the prefects or professors catch him.

"The prefects are still down the hall," he slurs, and Sir Cadar- Sir Cardigan? Whatever the name is, Leo doesn't care, but it's still funny that the guy thinks he needs an escort back to the tower. Like he's that bad. He's walking in a perfectly straight line, except for where the wall curves. And he's totally almost there, anyway. At least, he thinks he is.

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[clearasil]

Well, well, well, look who the cat dragged in.

Actually, no. Natalie had just been convinced to actually attend the party. She had carefully, subconsciously, avoided Leo the entire time to avoid making a great mess of things. It was still so.... queer, everything between them. Tensions softened, particularly when they got intimate with each other in darkened hallways. It was her own stubbornness and idiocy that kept it from progressing past fooling around. There would be none of that tonight.

The party's been alright. She doesn't care for the crowds, but at least she can say that she went and she didn't have the worst night of her life.

She had stepped out before Leo to get some air, fully intending on returning instead of ducking out like an old man. She's just humming under her breath when she hears a clamor around the corner. Her curly head peeks first and her nose wrinkles. Ugh. Really?

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Natalie snaps from behind him before she can shut her stupid mouth.