[ TW! Mentions of broken glass/glass shards stuck in a hand and slight blood. ]

Ah, Saturday morning.

What a beautiful feeling it is, to wake up knowing that you don't have to go to your classes and sit through three hours of cranky old professors rambling on about the perfect recipe for a potion to revive the dead, or how to properly ride a broom. Knowing that you don't have to worry about trying to remember the name of this month's DADA teacher before their first class starts, or run through the halls and get detention for being both late and annoying Filch, usually the latter.

Instead, you wake up to the promise of fun, of more than just your normal two hours of sleep, to the sun greeting you like an enveloping hug from a beloved family member or loved one. The promise of a day where you can do both nothing and everything at the same time. The beginning of a short but eventful weekend, with your closest friends and the wildest of parties, with trips to Hogsmeade and cups brimming with foaming butterbeer, and extra sleep in the morning and not having to worry about finishing your homework until the very last minute when you remember you have a test the next day and have to cram in an extra ten hours of studying instead of the sleep you so desperately need.

Ah, such was the life of a Hogwarts student.

But on a Saturday, none of that was important.

Laine Brooks loves Saturdays. They're the perfect finish to a stressful week of school.

But this particular Saturday?

This Saturday was special, because it was Laine and Lysander's seventeenth birthday.

And even though Laine doesn't like celebrating her birthday, today, like every other year since they both ran away from home, it's Laine's ultimate goal to make this the best birthday ever for her twin brother Lysander Brooks, especially that they are now officially of magical age and can do magic outside of school once they graduate this year.

Laine doesn't want to let him down.

Yawning, Laine sleepily rubbed her eyes as she turned her head, tossing in her bed. The sun shone through her curtains, casting an unwelcome light over the Hufflepuff's drowsy face. As much as she was excited for her— no, Lysander's— birthday, Laine was definitely not a morning person. Like, seriously. She doesn't understand how her grandma can get up so early every morning. Old age, she guessed.

Wishing she had coffee, Laine turned over in bed, tugging the giant fluffy blanket over her shoulders. Now that the horribly bright sun was out of her eyes, Laine yawned, contemptly humming as she cuddled her pillow. The dreadful hangover headache she had wasn't helping her mood, either, but it was nothing a few more hours of sleep could fix. As she curled up under the covers, Laine realized that someone's arms were around her waist and someone's face was buried in her hair. Laine didn't think much of it— sometimes Caishen slept over and they platonically cuddled because they both get absolutely freezing at night, and on bad days Laine lets Lysander crash in her dorm so she can hug him until he falls asleep. The heels of Laine's feet brushed up against the feet of the person beside her. Having abnormally cold feet, the strange pair of feet touching hers was warm and inviting, so instead of kicking them away like she normally would with Caishen, Laine didn't really react at all. She hated her cold feet and socks were way too itchy to wear to sleep. After realizing that these feet probably belonged to someone else, Laine wondered if Caishen crashed in her dorm room again after a night of partying like she usually does after a wild Friday night party in another common room or if she had slept over the night before for Laine's birthday eve. It wouldn't be the first time that this has happened, after all.

She felt the pair of arms around her waist hesitantly pull away, which made Laine a bit confused. It was a Saturday, what were they doing? They could sleep in! It was too early to get up. Caishen would probably be hungover, but if this was Lysander, he'd try and get up early. Reluctantly, Laine grabbed the person's hands and guided them back to her waist as she turned around in bed. The hands were big so Laine guessed it was probably her brother and he crashed her dorm because of before birthday jitters. (it's happened just about every year since they left home)

Just to be sure, Laine opened her eyes and turned around in the bed to look at the person laying next to her under the covers.

The minute she saw who lay beside her, however, Laine Brooks instantly knew that she wasn't in her dorm room, or her bed.

And the person next to her was definitely not Lysander.

Her dark brown eyes met all too familiar blue ones, and Laine's eyes drifted down to the awkward smile that found its way upon the intruder's blushing face. Laine's breath hitched in her throat, her cheeks blazing Gryffindor red.

His blue eyes glancing sideways, Paxton Jones awkwardly lifted his hand out of Laine's and waved at her as he hesitantly met her eyes.

"Mornin', sunshine!"

Coughing as he sat up slightly, Paxton offered Laine a shy grin as he patiently waited for her to say something.

And so, naturally, Laine screamed at the top of her lungs.

Paxton jerked his head back, nearly falling off the bed as Laine did exactly that— she scrambled out of the covers, tumbling over the side of the bed and crashing to the floor, her scream dying in her throat.

"Uh... Laine?" Paxton asked, cautiously peeking over the edge of the bed. "...are you okay?"

Laine's head popped up, the girl chucking a pillow that had fallen with her at him. Paxton caught the pillow easily and held it between them dangerously like a shield, as if either them or the pillow could explode at any moment.

Laine gathered up the blankets to cover herself instinctively as she yelled, "What are you doing in my—" she stopped herself as she glanced around the dorm, noticing the well organized closet, the dusty textbooks stacked in the corner, the empty goblets and scattered jewelry on the bedside table, the Quidditch posters on the walls, the pictures hanging beside them, and the unmistakable Ravenclaw colors all around the room. "—in Caishen's room!"

Paxton glanced around as if he too had only just noticed where they were.

"Uh... honestly?" He scratched his head and shrugged, looking just as startled and confused as Laine felt. "I have no idea."

Laine gave him her classic cut the shit glare and took a deep breath, and this time her voice was much more calm (but still somewhat freaked out) as she said, "What are you doing in... in the bed?" She wouldn't look at him as she said it, her face growing hotter than the sun outside with every passing second. She didn't dare add with me to the end of that sentence even though they both knew the other was thinking it.

Paxton coughed again, much more awkwardly, and rubbed the back of his neck, his own face heating up slightly. And then, without missing a beat, he shot Laine a question right back: "Why are you wearing my jacket?"

Blinking, Laine lowered the blanket she was still clutching to her chest like a scared toddler and, sure enough, she was wearing Paxton's Hufflepuff jacket, the same one he had been wearing when they met in the courtyard a few days before. Aside from a few brand new stains, (was that punch or blood?) it looked pretty much the same as always. Dropping the blanket, Laine realized that she was wearing a yellow crop top underneath the jacket and— thank god— a bra. Laine was also wearing a small black skirt that was even shorter than the crop top with thin grey leggings underneath... for some reason, her leggings were stained at the knees with what was unmistakably an odd mixture of dirt, grass, and what she could only assume (because of the smell) was vodka. Her feet were bare, but out of the corner of her eye she spotted one of her yellow sneakers laying at the edge of the bed. It looked way worse than her pants did.

"I-I don't know." Was all that Laine could manage to stutter out in reply to Paxton.

Paxton nodded, and Laine couldn't help but notice his own odd outfit.

He sported his uniform's dress shirt, but it was halfway unbuttoned, leaving Laine with a view that unlocked the oh-so imaginative parts of her brain. His Hufflepuff tie was gone, but as Laine's eyes drifted upward, she saw that it was tied around his head like some sort of pirate's headpiece. He was wearing the same outfit as the day before, pants and all, but he, like Laine, had no shoes on, and instead of grass and dirt stains on his pants, his clothes were a tad bit muddy, leaves stuck to his shoulders and pant
legs. His left hand was wrapped in white bandages stained with mud and what Laine could only hope wasn't blood. Laine's eyes drifted back up to Paxton's face, where she noticed two things: he was wearing heavily applied black eyeshadow, and there was a faint smudge of red lipstick at the corner of his mouth. Upon further inspection, you would find that, under the hand on Paxton's neck, there was a kiss mark in that same bright shade of lipstick, the same color of lipstick that Laine herself wears quite frequently, as it is her favorite shade of lipstick.

After learning this, and realizing that she was wearing that exact shade of lipstick at that exact moment, Laine hid her face in her hands to make an attempt to hide the heat in her cheeks.

A million questions were flowing through Laine's head. Why was she in Caishen's room? Why was Paxton in Caishen's room?? Why were they in bed together??? Was she the culprit of the lipstick marks on Paxton's neck? Were they cuddling? Wait— SHE TOUCHED HIS FEET! WITH HER FEET! AND HE HAD HIS HANDS ON HER WAIST! AND THEY WERE TOTALLY CUDDLING!

Panicking, Laine kneeled on the floor, still hiding her face in her hands, and Paxton chuckled awkwardly at the sight. She glanced through her fingers at him, and he waved at her, his head ducked slightly as his bright blue eyes watched her warily. He was rubbing his bandaged fist with his other hand almost nervously.

Laine hugged herself. "Sorry."

Paxton raised an eyebrow at her, smiling slightly. "What are you saying sorry for?"

"For..." She mindlessly gestured at the bed, blushing red, and then tugged at the sleeves of his jacket. "...wearing your... jacket?" She explained, questioning herself.

Paxton rubbed the back of his neck again as he said, "It's okay. It... i-it looks good on you..." his eyes were focused on something on the floor as he spoke, his cheeks dusted a light pink.

When he looked up, Laine's face was redder than a baboon's butt.

"R-Really? AH, I-I MEAN—" She stuttered, blushing furiously. Paxton's face matched hers, if less vibrant. "...th-th-thanks." Laine smiled softly at him, and Paxton let out a happy breath, Bowing his head and looking up at her, smiling back.

The two sat there staring at each other for a while before Laine suddenly broke the eye contact, and Paxton coughed awkwardly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh—" Laine muttered to no one in particular. Paxton chuckled under his breath but turned it into another awkward cough after Laine shot him a small glare.

God, this was an awkward situation. What were you supposed to do in these kind of situations, anyways? Laine's brain hurt as she tried to remember.

In fact, her brain hurt even more when she tried to remember how exactly they got into this awkward situation. What did they do last night? The last thing Laine could remember was...

"Uh, earth to Lainey?" Paxton asked, waving a hand in front of Laine's face. He was no longer sitting on the bed, and instead he was now standing in front of Laine. She blushed deeply at how close he was, and her now up close view of his... oh dear lord... his bare chest.

"S-Sorry!" She stuttered, her eyes finding their way back up to his face, and— aRGh, why was he so TALL?!— her dark brown eyes found his blue. "I-I just..." she noticed that Paxton was cradling his bandaged hand with his opposite hand, and his eyes darted to the side. He was biting his lip, and Laine instantly knew that his hand had to be hurting in some way or another.

Carefully, Laine delicately took Paxton's big hand into hers. He winced slightly but let her take it, watching her cautiously. Silently, Laine unwrapped the bandages that had been wrapped tight and neatly around his fist.

Shaking her head, Laine mumbled, "Paxton, what did you do?"

Paxton merely chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows. "I-I don't know. Honestly! I woke up with it like... like this." He explained. "I-It stings a little..."

His hand was heavily bruised around the knuckles, as if he had punched a wall, or— most likely— someone's face. There were small and big cuts all over his knuckles and fingers, and they were all bleeding slightly.

Paxton winced as Laine gently rubbed her thumb over one of the small cuts. She noticed a big shard of glass stuck in the back of his hand.

Aha. So that was the culprit....

"Paxton..." she muttered, glancing up at him briefly. "Does it still sting?"

The tall boy nodded slightly, biting his lip as he watched Laine. Her small hands were so... delicate compared to his. Oh, how badly he wanted to kiss those hands... to hold them...

"Sit on the bed while I get the first aid kit,"

Paxton was snapped out of his thoughts by Laine and instantly complied, sitting on the edge of the bed as she fished out a first aid kit from Caishen's closet. Paxton studied his injured hand and tried to remember what the heck he did to get it so fucked up, but he couldn't recall.

Wait. How did Paxton even get in Caishen's room? And with Laine? Blushing, the last thing Paxton remembered was when the party...

His eyes widened and Paxton laughed lightly, running his (non-injured) hand through his hair. Laine gave him a weird look from where she stood rummaging through the first aid kit.

The party.

Of course!

Paxton was about to say something when Laine crawled onto the bed, sitting on her knees beside Paxton. She held out her palm silently and Paxton hesitantly lifted his hurt hand into hers, losing his train of thought the minute he felt her finger tips softly brush across the bottom of his hand. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched her, eyes wide with adoration and cheeks ablaze like a fireplace.

Laine, unaware of Paxton's inner panic, held a roll of bandages in her teeth as she gently took Paxton's hand, being careful as not to hurt him. The piece of glass stuck in the back of Paxton's hand was hard to see, but it was definitely there. It wasn't very deep, but it would definitely leave a mark. Whoever had bandaged him up didn't do that good of a job on getting it out. If anything, they had made it worse. The skin around the piece of glass was slightly purple and bleeding slightly.

Laine spit the bandages into her lap and said, "Don't move. This is..." she stopped herself. "Just don't move, okay? Pay attention to my voice."

Paxton bit his lip but nodded slightly.

"You really don't know how to take care of yourself, do you? I feel like I always have to take care of you..." She rambled, trying to distract him. "N-Not that I don't mind. I actually like it. Taking care of you, I mean...." she trailed off for a moment, feeling Paxton's eyes on her. "You mean a lot to me, Pax. I'd hate to see you get hurt. When you jumped from the— from that stupid tower, and all because André dared you to? It— It terrified me. And I'm not joking, Pax. I don't want to see you get hurt like that again...so please, be more careful. Like I said, you... you mean a lot to me. And that's not an easy thing for me to admit. You know my past... just... please, Pax. Don't leave me."

Paxton moved slightly. "Laine, I—"

He winced suddenly, realizing that Laine had taken out the piece of glass while they were talking. Paxton stared down at her as she dabbed his bleeding hand with a washcloth. His hand stung from what he assumed was disinfectant, (no doubt from the washcloth) and he sat still, stunned at how fast Laine had worked.

It wasn't too surprising, given how Lysander... it just makes perfect sense that Laine knows basic first aid.

Laine wrapped Paxton's hand tightly (but not too tightly) in bandages after placing some cotton balls over the cut to soak up the blood. Grinning at her success, Laine looked up at Paxton, holding his hand up slightly.

"There," She smiled. Her eyes were slightly red, which meant she had been crying a few seconds before, but Laine hid it well. She'd been hiding her tears for years. She's pretty good at fooling people with that smile of hers by now. However, Paxton couldn't help but notice, and it made his heart break, knowing that the thought of him being hurt like he was made her cry. "All fixed!"

Paxton stared at her to the point that Laine glanced behind her, confused.

"Uh... Pax?" Are you okay?" She asked, cocking her head slightly, her naturally straight hair somewhat curly this morning as it fell over her shoulder, covered in... was that glitter?

Paxton blinked. "Uh. Y-Yeah. Th— thanks, Lainey..." he trailed off, his eyes meeting hers.

Laine smiled at him before realizing how close they were, scooting back a little. In response, Paxton scooted closer to her, the two of them still staring at each other.

Laine smiled at him before realizing how close they were, scooting back a little. In response, Paxton scooted closer to her, the two of them still staring at each other.

Unconsciously, Paxton's hand turned until it was flat against Laine's, and she ducked her head a little, letting him lean closer.

Still gazing into each other's eyes, Paxton leaned down, closer to Laine. Their faces were only a few inches away from each other now. They were aware of each other's every movement, of every breath. Every glance... Laine's other hand rested on Paxton's shoulder, and Paxton slowly lifted his free hand until it was cupping Laine's cheek. She leaned into his touch, breathing out in surprise, her deep, dark brown eyes gazing into his, and Paxton gazed back at her with lust blooming in his startling blue eyes.

Leaning in closely, their noses touched, their lips barely an inch apart. Laine turned her head slightly and let Paxton lean in closer until their foreheads were touching, their lips meeting in a soft, delicate kiss....

The kiss ended quickly as Paxton pulled away, face red, but Laine quickly grabbed the side of his face with her free hand and sat up suddenly, sitting on her knees so that her lips could reach his, and she pulled him down towards her and kissed him again with a passionate kind of eagerness.

Paxton blushed deeply but kissed her back, his hand on her back, the other still flat against hers. As the kiss deepened, they laced their fingers together until, finally, they were holding hands.

Their lips moved in sync with each other, their faces the same shade of red as they shyly kissed, softly, but full of passion and lust. For a brief moment, the two pulled apart briefly, opening their eyes at the same time and staring into each other's eyes. Dark brown and piercing blue. Laine laughed under her breath, whispering, "Wow..."

"Yeah. Wow..." Paxton nodded, grinning like a total dork as he leaned in to kiss her again, his hand still cupping her face as he tilted his head ever so slightly, pressing his lips against Laine's.

Laine smiled right back and leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as their lips met once again, her face aflame as she deepened the kiss, wrapping her free hand around his neck, kissing him, their hearts beating in perfect syn—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Their moment was interrupted when Lysander Brooks flew past their window, screaming as he fell from the top of Ravenclaw Tower.

.~.~.~.

"Ugh..." Caishen Niu mumbled under her breath as she blinked her eyes open, a hand draped over her forehead dramatically. "How wild did I get last night...?"

Caishen's head was pounding as she sat up, running a hand through her short hair. As she did so, gold glitter spilled from her hair and all over her, forming a small mound of glitter on the floor and almost getting in her eyes as it fell. "Wha—"

She stared at the glitter on the floor, picking up the dust in her hand. She watched as it spilled through her fingers. "...huh. And I thought I was dazzling enough already!"

Glancing around, Caishen realized two things: One, she wasn't in her bedroom, and two...

She wasn't alone.

Because, at Caishen's feet, wearing an... otter onesie?... was none other than the angel known as—

"Bribri..." Caishen mumbled quietly, under her breath. Her cheeks immediately heated up at the sight of the Ravenclaw girl before her.

The Ravenclaw girl who she had— ew— feelings for, no matter how much Caishen tried to deny them. The Ravenclaw girl she had pushed away so many times despite how much her heart yearned to get to know her. The Ravenclaw girl that wouldn't leave her alone no matter what, the girl who wouldn't give up, and the girl that everyone was convinced Caishen hated.

The same Ravenclaw girl who she was currently holding hands and cuddling with.

Hesitantly, Caishen scooted away slightly, her hand awkwardly slipping out of the tight but... loving grasp that it was being held in. For a minute, Caishen merely stared at the girl before carefully reaching out a hand to lightly brush the thick brown hair out of the beautiful face of the girl curled up beside her...

Bri Acharya sat up suddenly, her eyes flying open. Her dark green tinted glasses hung from the edge of her nose, one of the glasses frames missing. A fluffy blanket fell off her chest and into her lap and Caishen's with a small plop! She glanced around, blinking repeatedly as if she had only just realized where she was— a face that Caishen recognized as she had made it many, many times before when she herself had woken up with a hangover. Bri held up her hands, making 'hold up' gestures with her hands as her eyes scanned the room.

And, just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating, Bri laughed under her breath and said, only half serious, "Hold the fuck up— was the room like this before the study session, or after?" She asked innocently, making Caishen snort.

Immediately Caishen smacked her hands over her mouth again, cursing herself as Bri turned to look at her.

"Uh—" Caishen panicked, her face painted a deep crimson red— the same color as the couches in the Gryffindor common room. Bri raised an eyebrow at her as Caishen only turned redder before putting on a fake scowl and sputtering out, "What?! Did I say something?" She crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes. "And a study session? Seriously, Acharya? Could you get any more perfect— pathetic!" Caishen cursed herself again, her face feeling hot... or was that just Bri? "Isaidpathetic!"

Wait. Did she seriously just... oh god, here she goes again....

Fun fact about Caishen: she doesn't do 'crushes,' or 'feelings.' Well, okay, that's maybe a tiny bit of an exaggeration. But how else is she supposed to explain that she's been in lo— she's liked Bri since their third year but hasn't told her because anytime she's around her she gets so flustered and shy that she ends up acting cold and rude and anything but nice towards Bri and there's no way Caishen could ever tell her about her feelings because she's gone too far now to ever turn back and... basically, it's a whole tsundere situation.

(holyshitBriprobablyhatesherandhasnoideahowmuchCaishenisinlovewithherorthefactthatshesbeeninlovewithBriforthepasttwoyearsohgodohnoohnoshestotallygonnaruinthingsagainaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH—)

aHem. Anyways...

Bri merely chuckled at Caishen under her breath, her eyebrow still raised in a curious arch and holyfuckthat'ssohot—

"You really are a mystery..." Bri grinned, resting her hand on her chin and leaning closer to Caishen, who backed up slightly, her back hitting the arm of the couch and stopping her from going any further. "...aren't you, Caishen Niu?"

Oh.

Oh God.

Caishen is screwed, isn't she?

Bri cocked her head innocently, but Caishen knew that this girl knew exactly what she was doing... and it was very clear to Caishen that Bri was maybe the slightest bit drunk, too. Where else would all this... this confidence come from? No offense to Bri, but Caishen had never seen the Ravenclaw act as she was right now. She was always so reserved, and hesitant, but Bri was also quick-witted and stubborn, if prideful. This seemed like a new side of her, and it... holy shit, did it make Caishen's insides go all explode-y.

The Ravenclaw girl leaned even closer to Caishen, her arms now on either side of her, and Cai was mentally combusting because holy shit their faces were so close, and—

Bri gave Caishen that little smile of hers, and Caishen could swear that the butterflies in her stomach just flew into her brain.

Yup. Caishen was totally and utterly screwed.

Barely able to contain her blush, Caishen weakly narrowed her eyes at Bri and scoffed. "Mystery or not, you— Acharya— are in my bubble. So, please— do get out of my lap."

Bri rolled her eyes but obliged, scooting over so there was more space between them, but their knees were still touching, and that alone was enough to make Caishen's already buzzing brain go even nuttier.

Caishen swung her legs over the side of the couch and took a deep breath, trying to calm her head as she finally took in her surroundings...

"What the..."

"Told ya," Bri shrugged.

The Ravenclaw common room had been completely trashed... and not in a good way. Usually when the common room was messy it was a 'study session gone wrong' kind of messy and never the 'wildest party EVER' kind of messy.

Books had been thrown from the many, many shelves lining the common room walls, scattered all about the room in stacks and piles, almost discarded, which— for a common room full of book-loving nerds— was so out of character. The shelves themselves looked trashed, almost as if some big animal had tried to climb up them. Claw marks and bright red foot prints lined the walls, among many other stains. Obviously, the house elves had not arrived to clean up the mess yet. Either that, or there weren't any house elves at all!

Tables and furniture had been toppled over, and string lights, fairy lights, basically any kind of hanging light, hung from the walls and ceiling, dropping dangerously. Food, decorations, confetti, beer cans, broken glass, and even CDs were all scattered about the room, crowding the floor. The globe in the center of the common room had been graffitied to look like a giant disco ball, and one of the walls was covered entirely in glitter in a variety of different colors. It looked like a giant explosion. That would explain the glitter in Caishen's hair...

In one of the book nook corners, a broken karaoke machine lay, still blasting the lyrics to a song, one that Caishen recognized to be an ABBA song— now that obviously her and Laine's doing. They had always been, and always will be, absolutely obsessed with that American band. Besides, who else at Hogwarts would play Waterloo on repeat for six days straight?

The chandelier light that hung from the ceiling seemed dangerously low, and there were... tiny paw prints?... leading from the girls dorms and out of the common room. Caishen knew they had pets in the common room, but no small kitten or dog could've done this much damage.

On the floor, a few feet away from Caishen and Bri, lay an oak coffee table that had been upturned, and a ginormous punch bowl lay upside down on the ground beside it, the light grey carpet still soaked red from the spillage. Huh. Well, it seems like Caishen has solved the red stain mystery.

Caishen noticed a pan of what looked like small squares from afar, but upon further inspection, they were brownies. But not just any brownies, no no no— they were Elliot's brownies.

Her eyes drifted to the many other details regarding the room she had woken up in, but she didn't really take much else in. Her head was pounding and Caishen felt exhausted.

Gosh, whatever happened last night better have been worth the hangover...

Caishen leaned back into the couch cushions, pointing her face up at the ceiling as she took a deep breath, wanting to just fall asleep and sleep away this already dreadful Saturday morning.

Then Caishen opened her eyes, and her face immediately went pale. She reached out her hand and grasped Bri's shoulder, gripping it tight enough that Bri turned to her.

"Ow! Cai, that hurts—" She noticed Caishen's expression. "Uh. You okay... bro...?"

Caishen didn't answer. Instead, she slowly pointed up. Bri followed Caishen's gaze up to the ceiling, and when she saw what Caishen was looking at, Bri's face paled as well.

Why, you might ask?

Because none other than the bunny boi himself, Elliot Choi, was sitting atop the chandelier.

Well, okay, it wasn't exactly Elliot, but... who else at Hogwarts is a fluffy white and silver bunny Animagus? Especially a white bunny Animagus with AN ATTITUDE?

It could be just another rabbit, but, like, come on— this one was glaring. What kind of rabbits glare?

Girls! Oh thank goodness, PLEASE help me— Elliot (or, as Caishen loved to call him when he was in his Animagus form, BunnyBoi)  tried to ramble, talking fast and scared, but Caishen didn't hear what he said because— well.... First of all, Elliot had forgotten that he was a BUNNY. These girls don't speak "bunny." And second.... Caishen may or may not have gotten distracted. Why? Because Bri had leaned sideways towards her, her face only a few inches from Caishen's, and that alone was enough to distract her, even if Bri hadn't been talking.

"Uh... why is Eli red?" She whispered, staring up at the rabbit curiously.

Wait, what?

Okay, the weirdest thing about Elliot?
(Aside from his being trapped atop a chandelier, of course... and being a bunny—)

His beautiful and fluffy white rabbit fur had been dyed a bright, beautiful fruit punch red.

The same red as the stains that were all around the common room, disturbing the balance of Ravenclaw's blue and grey color scheme, and the perfect, orderly condition that the room was normally in. But, if you couldn't tell already, this particular Saturday morning, the common room was anything but chaotic.

"I think I might have a hunch about that..." Caishen mumbled, pointing to the punch bowl on the floor. Bri followed her gaze and nodded sharply, though she still looked a little confused.

"Well hey there, bunny boi!" Caishen grinned up at Elliot, who sniffed his little wabbit nose at her. "How's the weather up there?"

Caisennnnnnnn!, he wanted to yell, but the best that he could do was glare down at her. And so, BunnyElliot did just that, and gave Caisenhis most intense glare ever... of course, the girl didn't even flinch.

UGH. Why was she always so GOD DAMN ANNOYING?!

Are you two gonna help me down from here, or what? He wanted to say.

Caisen just grinned up at the glaring rabbit. "Need some help getting down from there, Bunbun?"

BunnyElliot's glare intensified, making Bri sweat a little. Gosh, wow, he really WAS terrifying, wasn't he? Anyway, the bunny's glare was clearing staing: NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!!!

"Yeah yeah yeah, we got you, bunny boi." Caishen laughed, grinning up at Elliot. She reached into her pocket to grab her wand... only to realize that she did not, in fact, have any pockets— or a wand, for that matter! She patted herself down, panicking, especially after realizing that sHE WAS NOT WEARING HER PARTY OUTFIT.

What was Caishen wearing, you ask?

An otter onesie.

One that matched Bri's.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!" Caishen muttered under her breath, tugging on her hair and hiding her very red face in her hands. Bri simply just raised a curious eyebrow at Caishen, a small smirk tugging at the girl's lips. Of course, Bri had already known that the two girls were wearing matching outfits. She hadn't told Cai, of course— personally, Bri liked watching her squirm— and the girl's reaction was more than worth it as Bri was unable to hide her loud chuckle, turning the other way, her fist covering her mouth as Caishen snapped her head in her direction, face furious, and, in that very moment, Bri couldn't help but take notice of how much Caishen looked like a strawberry... a very cute strawberry.

"What're you laughing at?!" Caishen snarled, storming over and prodding w finger at Bri's chest. Bri stopped laughing and scoffed slightly, still smirking, however. "This isn't funny!"

"You're wearing an otter onesie. You, Caishen Niu, fashion queen, are wearing an otter onesie. Of course it's funny!"

"Says yourself! You do know we're matching, right??!" Caishen was far from furious— shewasfuckingconfused. What the hell happened last night to make her, the most fashionable out of the entire group, and Bri, the fashion DISASTER (no offense) extraordinaire, wear MATCHING OTTER ONESIES?!

Caishen didn't have much time to think about that fact, however, because right at that moment, Elliot had fallen off of the chandelier with an ear-piercing rabbit screech.

Caishen ran forward but Bri beat her to it, arms stretched out to catch their rabbit friend in her arms... only, it wasn't a rabbit that Bri had caught.

It was a very full-size, very human, and very big Elliot Choi.

"Oh, sh—" Bri had realized what was going to happen one second too late, and she easily became roadkill underneath Elliot as he crashed directly on top of her.

The two fell in a heap on the floor, a messy tangle of limbs, apologies, and swear words.

Caishen, instead of running to help, burst out laughing at their little predicament, even after both Elliot and Bri had popped up, Bri blushing as red as a baboon's butt as she swore and hit Elliot, and Elliot...

Well, Caishen couldn't tell if Elliot was blushing, because his skin was fruit punch red. Yep— it turns out that it wasn't just his animal form that had been dyed red, but his skin and hair and ENTIRE OUTFIT, too!

Elliot glared down at Caishen. "Sh-Shut up!" He stuttered. This only made Caishen laugh more, and Elliot ignored her as he fussed over Bri, wondering if he hurt her, but Bri had already walked away and was currently strangling Caisen.

He let out a sigh and turned around, walking over to a mirror on the wall. He took one look at his reflection and almost sobbed. "Noooooooo.... I'm... I-I'm..."

"YOU LOOK LIKE AN OOMPA LOOMPA!" Caisen cackled loudly, pointing at him as legit TEARS poured down her face and her body contorted with laughter. "YOURE AN OOMPA LOOM— PAPAHAPHACKKKKKK!" Caishen was cut short as Bri grabbed her by the collar again, choking the poor girl as she shook her almost violently, cursing like a sailor.

Elliot whined, glaring at his reflection. He picked up a loose strand of his hair and sobbed as he saw that it had been dyed red, too. In his bunny form, he had always had darker fur around his head, but being that most of his form was snow white-colored fur... when his rabbit fur had been dyed, so had his hair, and his actual SKIN. BUT HIS HAIR!!!!

He sobbed softly until he noticed the state of the common room. "Holy..." Elliot didn't need to finish his sentence. Bri suddenly stood beside him, nodding and startling the crap out of Elliot.

"Yeah. A pretty wild party I threw last night, huh?" Bri grinned evilly before turning to look at Elliot. Of course, Bri didn't remember much of sai party, but that was probably just her hangover talking. She'd recall the rest later. She startled slightly as she realized it was Elliot who she was speaking to— Wait, no DUH it was him, he's the only one other then Caishen in his room, DUMB ASS— and her face quickly grew pale, and slightly red, and Bri took a few steps away from Elliot, not making eye contact, trying to focus on something else in the room, like— ooh, look, a broken pool table with claw marks on it!

...wait a damn minute—

"Uh, y-yeah. WILD!" He did jazz hands to emphasize his words, and behind him, Caishen made a face. 'WILD' Elliot's ass—he couldn't remember anything about the party! But the girls didn't need to know that. Did they?

"Heh..." Elliot rubbed his arm awkwardly, studying Bri. Did she not like him. He glanced at the floor as well, focusing on a broken bookshelf, eyes darting across the claw mar— wait a second...

"Geez, you two are fucking awkward." Caishen slung an arm around Elliot and another around Bri before she realized what she was doing and quickly dropped her arm. Bri looked like Elliot for a moment before she pouted at Caisen.

Geez, what was up with this girl? One moment all affectionate and the next all distant. Like Bri had said earlier, Caishen was a mystery.

Bri loved mysteries.

Caisen glared slightly at Bri as she said, "And might I remind you, Acharya, that it was OUR party. Not just yours. Besides, I had the original idea, so obviously I should be the one to get the credit..." Caishen rambled, walking towards the common room door, leaving Elliot behind. He just facepalmed as the two girls started to argue again.

He hears a small noise and looked down to spy Cleo, Laine's silver and white siamese kitten, sitting at his feet. She was looking up at him with her big, round, doe-like kitten eyes. They had been shaded an ice blue color.

Elliot smiled. "Oh hey there, Cleo..." he kneeled down and didn't have to say a word for Cleo to know it was okay for her to do her thing. You see, Cleo liked Elliot— maybe even more so then she did Laine— and often times you would find her wandering the castle, looking for him, or she'd be perched atop a Elliot's shoulders throughout the day.

As Cleo easily hopped onto his shoulders,despite his massive height, and Elliot noticed that she had two red handprints staining her fur, as if someone coated in fruit punch had picked her up. Elliot looked at his own palms, and, sure enough— they were dyed fruit punch red.

Elliot was about to turn to join the girls (and hopefully stop their argument so they could find the others, assuming they were here somewhere) when he spotted something on the floor... something familiar.

"Ha, excuse me, but who did all of the decorating? All of the planning?! Who ILLEGALLY bought all of the fucking drinks?"

"I DID THE DRINKS! And— yeah, well, nice decorating, dumb fuck— I like the claw marks!"

"UGH, shut the hell up!"

"I told you first!"

"Uh, girls?" Elliot suddenly asked, fiddling with his fingers. He held a silver bracelet of some kind in his hands. The two girls turned to glare at him. Cleo was still sitting on his shoulders as he looked around, panicked, his eyebrows furrowed with worry. His face was a light red— whether that was from being partially drunk, from being full-body dyed by fruit punch, or from something else entirely, Caishen couldn't tell.

"Uh... you good, bro?" Bri asked, stopping just as she was stepping out the door.

Elliot shook his head, hesitating. He bit his nails as he looked around the room before sighing and hugging himself. He looked directly down at the girls as he asked them something that had been on his mind since he woke up perched atop the chandelier.

"Have you guys seen Lysander?"

[END OF CHAPTER ONE]

TIGGS SPEAKS!
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let's get this party started, bitches >:3
so this took me FLUFFING EVER. i actually wrote the entire first half of this back after i posted the prologue... i finished it last night. (ha, pun)
whoops?
anyway... ARE YALL READY??? HEHE 😉 pleaselovethischapteriknowitsabitrushedbtuhyeah
Also, André and Nikita make their GRAND ENTRANCE in chapter two >:3
SIMPLY,
- TIGGS