The Story Of Tonight!

Apollo smirked at his friend, wondering briefly what their father would have thought of their choice of companions. No one in this room would have been deemed 'appropriate,' including the twins themselves, if Blaise had ever found out. Better, then, that he didn't. Ever.

Margo's flirting was obvious, but then again, so was André's, so all Apollo could think, really, was that he didn't actually care so long as he didn't have to see anything. It wasn't like they weren't aware that Margo was the type to go ahead and do something that her parents would probably have been shocked to hear about. But Apollo found it bizarrely refreshing, and couldn't blame her.

Adults these days really did seem to take the stupidest things too seriously.

Although Christian looked like he had just tasted something sour, he didn't reject the idea. Instead, he glanced at his brother, and Apollo knew he was in. "Sold!" He announced, closing one hand into a fist and lifting it so he could bring it down in a gesture of total triumph at the same time.

"We'll sneak down for snacks, eh, Christian?" He checked, receiving a nod. "Somebody better pack me a sleeping back, too," he said seriously. "I'm not sleeping in a tent with you lot if you're gonna be throwing up whatever you drink, so me and the little brother over here will share."

"Brilliant," Christian countered sarcastically. "So when you start puking, I'll get to have all the fun."

Apollo grinned, and half an hour later their arms were full of sweets that they assured the house elves they were going to use for their common rooms in celebration. As treats, they claimed. Everyone had been working so hard, after all, and didn't they deserve a little something? And how rude were those Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, they asked as they hid their laughter, who hadn't come down to do the same thing?

Poor, gullible things. Christian felt bad, of course, but Apollo was too pleased with their haul to mind very much. They made their way down to the first floor, next, ducking into the alcove they always seemed to use when up to mischief, waiting for the others to show up with their promised items. Then, they'd just have to sneak out.

Margo was so excited she could have punched something, but she was too happy to make war, so she settled with whipping towards Molly with a radiant smile, shaking her head as though she had never beheld someone so brilliant. Molly rolled her eyes, but it was with a smile. Margo felt a swelling her heart - before Molly, she would have never had someone with which to share private moments, private smiles. Sometimes it hit her with the whole weight of its importance - Molly Weasley was her friend.

Perhaps the brunette had such moments to? Maybe not. She could dream though.

Molly quickly asserted that she would cover lodging and that they were all to meet up, and soon the two Ravenclaws were once again climbing the tower stairwell, Margo prattling on about how it had been much too long since they last went camping, about how they always seemed to run into the Zabinis, about how Mulligan seemed to be attracted to her, about how she didn't even care if they got caught.

And real friendship meant that Molly listened and hummed along.

The two collected their own sleeping bags, and then borrowed from Clementine and paid a visit to Gryffindor tower to get a donation from Graham and Baker. The two were polite enough to not ask to be invited, though Molly certainly guessed that this was because Nora was kind enough to keep Ducky in line.

Molly had a mean expansion spell, so she was able to put the bags, the tiny little tent, the bottle of vodka and her own bottle of whiskey into a small bag before they met back up with the guys.

"Where's Mulligan?" Margo hissed as they slipped into the alcove. Molly was still trying to tighten the buckle on her bag. She glanced and whispered to the twins, "We've got the tent and bags."

André took a moment to look out into the room, only concentrating on keeping all the food he head prior to this meeting inside himself as he realized he might have downed a couple drinks slightly too fast. Taking a deep breath, he finally felt better and let out a breath of relief. He felt like he had a good dynamic going with his friends and with flirting with Margo, so he wouldn't throw up in front of all of them. That would probably turn him into the laughing stock of the night, and if there was one thing André Mulligan would always never try to be, was the laughing stock.

As everyone dispersed to go get their respective things, André wandered towards the Gryffindor tower, getting a hoodie, then turning to get his own sleeping bag. He looked around for anything he could bring, and managed to sweet talk some seventh years into giving him a bottle of firewhiskey and his favorite Chocolate Liqueur, along with actual water in case someone really did get very sick, and stuffed it into a bag.

Slipping out of the tower, looking around, mildly impressed with himself that he hadn't been caught by snotty prefects, he popped his collar with a triumphant smile and reached the first floor, slipping to the usual alcove, keeping the bags together in his bag so they wouldn't make the clinking noise, reaching as soon as Margo mentioned him, he slipped into the cove. "Right here, beautiful." He shot her a wink as he stepped into the alcove. "Should we get this show on the road?"

Apollo rolled his eyes as their Gryffindor friend approached, but he cracked a smile regardless. It was in the boy's nature, wasn't it? So he was used to that sort of thing by now, even if Apollo was more the subtle sort when it came to flirting. Christian was covering up a laugh, knowing that Margo would probably eat it up.

"Definitely," Apollo said, jumping on the suggestion that they get going.

"How are we going to find Dom?" Christian cut in, leaning around his brother to look over at Molly. "She won't be in the... teachers area or whatever?"

Apollo couldn't help but think that, after that year with all that drama, she wouldn't really want to spend time with the other professors. But what did he know? She wasn't exactly the sort to care so much about what people thought of her. He didn't even want to pry, but they had no choice if they wanted to make sure she'd cover for them.

They were finally all there and Molly was finding herself pleasantly surprised with how promising the night was shaping up to be. Of course, a perfect night would probably involved some sort of mushrooms, but she had a feeling that between the Zabinis, that was a no-go. She could be fine with just getting plastered and smoking a pack of cigarettes. She did like camping. Something about falling asleep with twigs in her hair, her spindly limbs connected to the earth beneath her, makeup smeared from a lack of caring, the last look before darkness being starlight blotted out by rustling leaves… it was a little bit of right in a very wrong world.

She had brought her camera, and she had a feeling she would be getting some good shots. Clementine had been a doll to help her figure out a spell that could get night pictures without requiring a garish flash. Molly preferred her photography to be free of magic, and she hoped the light of the moon, three days past its fullest, would be enough. If not, Clem’s adjustments would prove very helpful.

They boys were ready so she tilted her head as the signal to go. Margo took off, always confident. Say what she would about her blonde friend, the girl was particularly skilled about getting out of trouble for being out of bed. Having her go forward was a bit like sending the canary into the mines, so Molly fell into a comfortable stride behind her friend.

Christian’s words hit her, though she continued to stare forward. Had they actually landed on meeting Dom? Molly had not caught why, had not caught the importance, and it seemed they had not caught the part where she would not be returning to Hogwarts. Margo shot Molly a confused look, clearly thinking she was the one mistaken, and Molly didn’t have the heart to tell her blonde friend that, for once, it had been her mouth that had gotten the pair of them in trouble.

Well, Molly was not going to let her cheeky comment ruin their night by revealing the uselessness behind it. “Probably already asleep,” Molly said. Which was true. Though she imagined she was probably asleep at her boyfriend-thing’s place. “Morning.” And it was pretty usual of her to speak cryptically, though it usually wasn’t because she was actually trying for cryptic.

Margo was still lost but felt the need to help. She turned her head back and grinned. “Yeah, tonight is for camping!” she hissed victoriously.

André was honestly content to follow his friends the rest of the night, which was strange for him, seeing as André was not one who was usually content with being a follower. But he was just looking for a good time, the year was almost over, depending on summer plans he might not see his friends again for a while. He was content to just relax and enjoy what might be his last time seeing his friends for the summer. Although that wasn't a given, it was just a possibility. School had been stressful, as well as things happening with Potters Army, how he hadn't heard from some friends who had gone to Ilvermorny.

"Then let's just head out." He shrugged. They didn't really need to talk to Dominique if they were just planning on camping out in the woods. He smiled at his friends as he also followed Margo with a smile. "Let's hope the centaurs are relaxed tonight." He joked, opening up his bottle of the chocolate liqueur, taking a swig of it, and then letting out a small breath. Letting the flavor savor as he walked, he turned to the twins and the the girls. "Any takers?" He offered the bottle, happy with the idea that in a few hours they could all be waking up hangover. That would probably make it all worth it.