"GO RAVENCLAW!" Phoebe shouted into the still partying common room as she spun around on the steps of the boy's dorms. Oy, seriously? Seriously?! They'd won! Brilliantly! Against Slytherin! And it was amazing and it was awesome and she was so, so wired, and people probably thought she was drunk (like a few of the Ravenclaws down in the common room) but she was just really, really, really, really happy, and hopped up on like six cups of some of this like super sugary drink that someone had brought in from shedidntknowwhere but it was really, really, really, really good and!

Now she was going up to visit Elphias! Who didn't like parties and was up in his dorm studying! Who the heck didn't like parties? Well, Elphias would definitely be one to fit into that category, so Phoebe wasn't too surprised, but she sprinted up the steps anyway to go and drag her---well...her....Elphias, down the stairs.

Haaahahaha. Her Elphias. Gaw.

But that was to figure out for another day. Phoebe shrieked and high-fived a fifth year named Cristian that came out of the dorm as she hurried up to the seventh years', and shouted another pro-Ravenclaw cheer down the stairwell before finally reaching Elphias' dorm.

"Knock, knock, knock!" she shouted at the door, knocking on the wood with each word.

Who: Lydia and Darren
What: Distractions are needed.
When: Saturday night (John's wedding night)
Rating: At least hard R for a dirty mouth and drug usage

When Darren had left the note on her journal, Lydia had already been planning on making tonight one of those nights where she completely forgot the date and time of day. The fact that Darren was coming over now only meant that she wouldn't have to be as careful as if she were alone. She brought her hand over the back of her neck as she leaned forward toward the mirror, touching up her make-up with a faint sigh.

As per usual, she'd slipped into a pair of long gloves and a corseted dress. Her hair was swept up and her shoulders were bare - definitely suggestive, but it sometimes helped lower the prices of her favorite dealers. The more she could get for ten galleons, the better. She picked up the last of her remaining opal and set it into her purse carefully, glancing toward the door and wondering when Darren would be coming around. She should have told her that she still had some of her last purchase with her - he'd have been at the door in ten seconds flat.

She tapped a gloved hand against the table, content with her appearance, and waited.