Let it all flow out, like a river running

Julian was feeling less lucky.

Hitame was looking antsy to leave, but Angelique was intense and he wasn't sure he trusted himself to hold up his falsehood without some backup.

But Angelique was looking at him with sharp, discerning eyes and he couldn't help but suspect that she somehow knew. And Violet Archeron who, before today, had been a good looking girl with slightly above average intelligence would be branded a troublemaker. Which would certainly not bode well for his hopes to take up whatever they had left off with.

He cleared his throat. "So... whaddya think, Doc? Am I going to make it?"

Ugh, the worst thing about people's minds - the minds of those who weren't legilimens or occlumens, that is - was how disorganised they were.

Angelique rifled through his thoughts, getting glimpses of bright lights, loud voices and people mingling.  It wasn't anything she hadn't expected; these kids were terrible at lying.  It was when she found the memories related to a busty brunette that she knew she'd hit the jackpot. With his hand still in hers, she could feel his blood pressure rising.

Under other circumstances, she could have forced him to relive the humiliation of whatever he'd done under the influence of the potion, but Angelique was not in the mood tonight. Besides, this boy had been surprisingly polite (even if the same couldn't be said for his little friend).  Letting word get around that she had a soft side could only be a good thing.

"Yes," she agreed suddenly, dropping his hand. "It's probably just a prank. I can give you an anti-nausea potion if you must, or you can just go back to your..."

She looked him up and down. Red bowtie. Red sneakers. Did they really do house pride at those little parties?

"tower."