Abernathy was very drunk at this point in the dance, probably still a little high. She figured she was finally off probation and what better night to celebrate the end of the school year with reckless abandon.

She had been dancing with whoever happened to be on the dance floor, but it wasn't long before she got too hot and had to stumble outside to get some fresh air.

She couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing that she stumbled directly into Sam's back and tripped falling down onto the ground. The crashing of Sam and Abernathy had moved from the metaphorical to the literal in one misplaced step.

She looked up at him from the ground and cracked up laughing. The back of her dress was torn (though easily mended with a quick spell) and her hair was all mussed up. The pretty, red orchid gracing it was now crumpled on the ground under her head. "Oh fuck," she said rather cheerfully.