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[looost-inmyownthoughts]

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[hanestlythebestlee]

Horatio Silverwing. Damn, this guy has a fun name, and although Han doesn’t know much about him besides dragons, he’s hoping that will be true of most people. He knew no Norwegian, very little Spanish, and passing information only about dragons. If anyone wanted to have a serious conversation with Horatio, Han was in for an interesting night. Still, he was a fairly debonair guy with a slight reputation for indulging when not on the reserve, so Han thought that all seemed fair game. Plus, he wasn’t used to being six foot and have miles of legs. Was this what it was like for Luka all the time?

Han as Horatio sauntered across the Great Hall, munching on a plate of hors d'oeuvres with a kind of casual attitude he didn’t usually. He was here to watch, to make sure nothing seemed amiss, but Han didn’t see why he couldn’t have a little fun in the process. He sniffed a bit, still getting used to the texture of the mustache above his lip. He definitely wasn’t growing his own any time soon, but it was an interesting feeling.

“Hello there,” he said, in the carefully practiced Norwegian accent he’d spent the last hour perfecting. “You look rather lonely standing here all by yourself. Do you always prefer to watch, or can I talk you into a dance? I’m sure we’d make a lovely pair.” And if he could gain some information either from his partner or from people they passed, even better.

#this gif is huge but i'm not going to take the time to resize something i'm using once #smokeevent #smokeevent:019 #smokeopen #I know you want the satisfaction it’s not gonna happen || interactions #Now I’m slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace || queue

[hxxll-o]

❄

While others felt a sense of bittersweet nostalgia, Noah was completely immune to such sentiments; after all, he graduated last year and being in the Great Hall simply made him itch for the leather book bag crowded full of class materials. It was interesting, however, to watch other people gush over the delicacies floating on silver plates or the gigantic Christmas tree or, if cheeky enough, the mistletoe currently hanging nearby like a predator waiting for prey.  Upon the quick disappearance of a flushed face young woman without giving a proper kiss, the plant seemed to emit the saddest, slowest violin ballad he’s ever heard as the man strolled off, trying desperately to ignore the noise. Previously amused, his expression melted into annoyance when the mistletoe seemed to turn and float closer towards him. Assuming a small fire would be frowned upon during such a festive time, Noah turned to walk (slightly hurriedly) towards the next closest living, breathing individual. Perhaps the mistletoe would be satisfied with another target instead. 

After gracefully slamming his toe against the corner of a table, he took a deep inhale and glared at the offensive plant. “Come off it-- there’s plenty of other people who need a snog. Like that one,” he nodded towards the other. 

#smokeopen #smokeevent #oh no this sort of bad mood is like his default personality im sry

[fawley-en-face]

Round 2

Henry recognized the surly man from the park so long ago, although he had to do a small double-take. The angry stranger cleaned up nicely, and Henry regretted that he appeared to have forgotten the man’s name. Taking a sip of his drink and grabbing another, he approached with a wide smile, offering the glass. 

“The best defense is a good offense,” he said lightly. “Two handsome strangers alone in this room were bound to run into each other, and I’d rather not repeat what happened last time. Drink?”

@zahishafiq

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[ladyred]

Kush and oj @wizkhalifa 🍃❤️

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[thebaileyshaw]

Oh No Mistletoe

Viscum album. Mistletoe. Magically blooming right above her. And also someone right in front of her. 

Bailey was socially inept but she wasn’t stupid; even if she thought the tradition was stupid, she knew what it was. Kissing someone just because you happened to step under a plant at the same time, though? That seemed crazier than anything she’d ever done, despite how people loved to point out her “oddities.”

“Do you think anything will happen if we don’t kiss?” she asked her companion, still looking up at the mistletoe and debating just walking away. This could be interesting data for her new experiment, though...

#smokeopen #smokeevent #anyone is welcome to respond #this could be very funny #or very embarrassing #smokeevent:019 #technically not her group #but this is before she wanders #obviously

[nicholas-chastain]

Bonsoir, Cheri

Nic floated through the room, enjoying himself with a glass of nonalcoholic champagne- how nice for it to be an option, for once!- and watching the various couples with interest. Several social circles were overlapping tonight, and Nic was grateful for the distraction. 

At the sight of Gilderoy Lockhart, however, his joy increased exponentially, and it was of a far less nefarious variety than normal. 

“I was hoping to see you again,” he said, French rolling off his tongue as he approached the man with a genuine smile. There was something easy about being around Gilderoy, not even accounting for the shared language, and Nic couldn’t deny an eagerness to bask in his glow again, if only for a little while. “You look magnificent.”

@staygoldengilderoy​

#staygoldengilderoy #(staygoldengilderoy2) #gilderoylockhart #smokeevent #smokeclosed #smokeevent:021

[nottsofiya]

“Valentine’s day is for suckers…” Sofiya said, licking the pink frosting off of a limited edition cupcake. It was a surprisingly good business for divinators, she’d realized. The past two weeks she’d been booked full and it’d been so draining she hadn’t even felt like reading her own cards. For once, she kind of hated being successful. Wasn’t divination supposed to be a dead art? Now that the day was finally here, she would be able to relax a little. 

In another time she would’ve gone to The Prophet’s dance. Sofiya was the kind of sucker to spend her money on Valentine’s day crap, and she loved excuses to wear gowns. But the Yule Ball had been a bit of a disaster, so she’d decided drinking somewhere else would be a better idea. Even if Lestrange was no longer head of The Prophet, Sofiya didn’t feel like she could trust anything going on there. She’d rather donate to Mungo’s directly at some other point. “… You look very nice, though.” She quickly added, to the person who judging by their outfit, was most likely headed there. 

#smokeevent #smokeopen

[staygoldengilderoy]

It made perfect and absolute sense for Dumbledore to have invited him to this party. First, he was famous. Second, did he mention the fame? Third, he was part of Pandora’s family. Whether or not the Headmaster knew this Gil wasn’t sure, but that didn’t make it any less true. 

Fourth secret reason, Marcus Bulstrode was here and so was mistletoe. And here he and Mafalda had been all worried about trying to get Marcus into the Ministry’s function. This one was way more fun and they didn’t even need to plant mistletoe. Shame Benjy wasn’t here to see it.  Though maybe he didn’t want Benjy to see him kiss people that felt weird. Not the point.

The point was that he was at a party and his hair was almost back to normal and he felt okay for the first time all month. If that wasn’t a reason to charm the whole damn castle he didn’t know what was.

“Quite the turnout, isn’t there?” He said, smiling beatifically. 

#smokeopen #smokeevent #hogwartschristmas

[pippaxstrout]

Pippa had a habit of picking up odd jobs when she saw help wanted calls. She wasn’t one to turn down money for a night especially when she got paid less to do it most nights. That and it was for a good cause. So she’d went in and they’d hired her for the night. 

After all an open bar she didn’t have to collect tabs on and just get rich people giving her tips? She was going to stuff them into the charity money but still it was fun seeing it. It wasn’t exactly her nightmare situation even if she had to wear the ridiculous outfit. Besides it wasn’t like she had anything else to do that night, and she probably should keep an eye on things like this. 

Putting on her customer smile she said with as much pep as she could, “What can I get you? We’ve got a little book of specialties if you aren’t sure. ” 

#smokeopen #smokeevent #I had gifs with her like this and I can't help it let me live

[toomcnairtocare]

This was absolutely the most he’d smiled in public at one time. People kept giving him weird looks and asking him oddly specific questions as if he’d been Polyjuiced. Did he really normally look that serious? It couldn’t be that strange. This was a holiday event, at a supposedly safe location (a lark of an idea these days) full of people he felt very fond of, in a jolly time of year. Surely him smiling couldn’t be the weirdest thing in the room.

He couldn’t help it. Every now and then he’d catch sight of Daisy out of the corner of his eye or hear her laughter through the crowd and just get... dopey, all over again. She was pregnant. That wasn’t champagne in her glass. The thought made him want to giggle, or possibly dance, or possibly both.

“Dios mío, it’s not really that weird to see me smiling is it? You’re the fifth person so far tonight! I promise, I’m still me. How would you like me to prove it?”

#his face is so expressive and i'm so bi send help #smokeopen #smokeevent #hogwartschristmas

[remuslxpns]

marauders initiative

 It had been a couple of years since he graduated that he had seen the school last and didn’t think a reunion would be happening in the near future and especially not by these means. There was information that there would be death eaters involved in the event tonight and the Order had organized members across the castle. It was left to the marauders to help some members sneak in, thinking that they wouldn’t be using their methods like this for the good of the Order. There was a sense of loss of doing something marauders related once again without one of the marauders. Peter’s presence not being there was dully noted and Remus opened the swung out portrait for everyone to enter, he stared off at something against the wall. There were only a couple of them and he was with familiar people, but all his senses were alert for what could go wrong tonight. 

They knew where Filch’s office was, even the others who did not go had been briefed and after that they would find the key to knowing who was who tonight. Remus blinked when he heard someone talk to him, being the last one he shut the door and immediately lit his wand. He turned to the other person whose face was highlighted by the light coming from his wand and the others. They needed not to be detected and Remus wished that James had brought out the cloak but telling the room of Order members that a group of four adolescents had made a map that showed everything in the castle seemed enough to overwhelm the others for now. “How optimistic are we again?”

#smokeopen #smokeevent

[calebgoldstein]

There was an array of blurred colors and excitement that was easy to get lost in. Caleb had taken a portkey in the wrong direction to a Swedish farm and debated taking another one. The movement had made him nauseous but he had every intent on going to the match. On one hand, Caleb had never been to France and had been looking for a reason to go. On the other hand, Caleb was interested in quidditch, even have had played it during school, but knew each country played it differently. There would be no trees which were the natural wooden brooms, but he was going to be open-minded on how the English played. 

Caleb had painted his face with the colors of the Holyhead Harpies and was keen on making the game worth his time in the literal sense. He knew enough about the teams to have a favorite, leaning more into the statistics of the past than anything else. “Excuse me, do you want some paint on that blank canvas face of yours?” Caleb asked, gesturing at his own face before adding more blatantly, “I can paint anywhere. It doesn’t have to be the face.”

#smokeopen #smokeevent

[jasperthetenderhearted]

As a general rule, Jasper liked parties. They provided an opportunity to see many of his favorite people at once, dancing happened, and he didn’t have to pay for food. All of those things ranked high on his list. This party had the added bonus of likely having Sirius Black around somewhere, and Jasper had decided that apologizing to the younger man probably ought to finally happen. Getting told off by Juniper always did make him feel like a little kid again in all the worst ways. 

After searching the Great Hall to the best of his abilities with no avail, Jas had decided to take his search elsewhere. The Marauders had known the castle better than anyone hadn’t they? So Sirius could feasibly be anywhere. Maybe Jas would find away from the party. Peter’s loss was still so fresh, and he did want to offer condolences for that as well.

Then he turned a corner and backtracked into a wall immediately. This was not something he’d expected to see.

“I’m sorry, I’m obviously interrupting.” Jas said, trying to inch back towards the corner.

#smokeopen #smokeevent #hogwartschristmas

[fawley-en-face]

When in France

Henry lounged outside his mansion of a tent, sunglasses on and Harpies colors reflected in his characteristically chic outfit, as he surveyed the field of incoming bodies in preparation for the cup. He’d taken a portkey that morning and briefly wound up in Spain, but language barriers weren’t a problem and he’d been on his way presently. Thank god for his years of travel, both muggle and magical, otherwise he wouldn’t have known the first thing to do in such a situation. 

When he saw someone he thought he recognized he waved one hand, black-lacquered nails catching the sun that reflected off his martini glass. 

“You arrived in one piece! Did you end up with a bum portkey, or were you lucky?” he grinned. 

#smokeevent #smokeevent:018 #smokeopen #shenanigans with henry

[advance-emmeline]

Oh Merlin, why did Fabian have to be on the run? Stupid, funny Fabian who definitely would’ve made a much better Owen Baldwin. Fabian could make jokes without even trying. He wouldn’t need to do months of research to make it seem plausible he could own five joke shops. Maybe no one would expect her to be funny on command. Emm knew her strengths and intentional humor had never made the list. Bugger all. Why couldn’t she have just swallowed her pride and asked for a different hair?

Also? Ties? So weird. She did not like them. Well no, she didn’t mind other girls in ties so she could tug them places, but if she ever had to tie a Windsor knot again it would be way too soon. Why did men do this to themselves? These were like high heels but for your neck.

Maybe she’d get really lucky and no one would talk to her, or notice her, and she could just ride the white man anonymity for the rest of the night. Five joke shops couldn’t be that noteworthy, right?

“Woops,” she said, cursing herself as she bumped into someone, “Don’t mind me, I’m blaming the whiskey.” That was a white man drink, right?

#smokeevent #smokeopen #hogwartschristmas