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"You know," Addilyn muses, glancing at her duckling dressed as Harry Potter briefly as she turns her vehicle down the familiar road. "You're going to be too big for me to hold in just one hand soon."

He turns his head away, huffing moodily as he stares at the passenger door, not tall enough to see out the window.

"I was not calling you fat!" She argues. "I was just pointing out that you're growing! We're going to have to fix you an appointment with the vet."

Although what she said about his growth was true, Addilyn couldn't help but to notice that Mr. Quackington is growing at a slower rate than what - according to her research - ducks normally do.

The duckling plops onto the seat angrily, still refusing to look at his owner as she parked the car.

"Mr. Quackington," Addilyn fixes her duckling with a stern glare, refusing to leave the car until he listened. "Before we go say hi to everybody, you have to hear tonight's three rules."

He turns his head slightly, watching her out of the corner of his eye. "First of all, don't get arrested. I can't afford to bail you out. Secondly, you can not drink the punch. Daniel said Aurora has already spiked it."

Mr. Quackington stomps his foot on the seat, his glasses sliding down his beak. He had insisted on being the teen wizard for Halloween, leaving Addilyn no room for argument when it came to her dressing as Hermione.

"And," she continues, ignoring his attitude problem as she scoops him into her palm and opens her door. "Don't bite anyone pre-"

Her voice trails off as her gaze lands on the Audi in the Why Don't We driveway that she's never seen before. Sharing a look with her duckling, she rushes towards the front door, offended Aurora had stolen a car without her.

"Aurora!" She calls, entering the living room with her Gryffindor robes swishing behind her. "Did you steal another car? Oh my goodness," her gaze lands on the attractive actor from The Maze Runner casually sitting on the couch. "YOU'RE NEWT!"

"Newt?" Callie pokes her head into the room, her hair only halfway curled. "He died in the third book," the girl rambles, not yet noticing their geust. "Which is completely unfair. He deserved so much bet- OH MY GOODNESS! NEWT!"

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"I can't believe this many celebrities had nothing better to do than come to a boy band's party," Addilyn murmurs, not expecting anyone in the kitchen to hear her over the loud music. "Did Aurora threaten them?"

"Ouch," Corbyn, who's clad in Slytherin robes and has his hair slicked back, gasps, placing a hand on his chest. "I'll have you know that everyone is here of their own free will."

"Actually," Theo James interrupts, having been eavesdropping on the couple's conversation. "That Aurora girl is just very," he pauses, shuddering dramatically. "Persuasive."

"Speaking of Aurora," Addilyn looks around, not spotting the girl anywhere in the tightly packed crowd. "Where is she?"

"Last I saw, Jonah was getting her off of the roof," Corbyn shrugs nonchalantly, entwining his hand with Addilyn's as he glances at the actor warily. "But I wouldn't be surprised if she tackled you at some point tonight."

Mr. Quackington snaps his beak from his spot on the island, his quacks barely heard over the noise of the crowd.

Corbyn places his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow sassily. "Bet."

"You're not supposed to be encouraging his gambling problem!"

Theo laughs, watching as the duckling waddles towards the bowl of Aurora's "completely normal and unspiked" punch. Before Addilyn can stop him, there's a splash as he topples over, swimming around the perimeter of the bowl contentedly.

"Dammit," she sighs. "He is not going to be happy when he sees that his feathers are stained."

Corbyn opens his mouth to respond but stops himself as someone throws themselves onto Theo's back.

"Aurora?" He questions with an amused grin, not surprised in the slightest. "Corbyn warned me this would happen at some point tonight."

"And I also just won a bet," the boy interjects. "Mr. Quackington owes me five dollars. He said you'd tackle Dylan O'Brien first."

"I don't know what you're on," the brunette laughs. "But I want some."

Addilyn frowns slightly, watching as mere moments later Aurora's face visibly pales. She gasps, falling off of the actor's back.

"What's wrong?" Corbyn asks, reaching out to steady her before she can hit the floor. "Aurora, are you okay?"

She glances around, eyes wide. "Yeah, I'm fine," she shrugs the blond's hand off. "I'm just going to. . .go use the bathroom."

Giving her one last worried look, Corbyn nods before turning back to Addilyn and Theo.

"She was certainly calmer than I expected," Theo chuckles.

"Yeah," Corbyn mutters, attempting to shake away his worries. "Just be glad she didn't bite you."

"Excuse me," an older blond also clad in Slytherin robes and with a British accent taps Corbyn on the shoulder. "I hate to interrupt but you and I both know there's only room for one Malfoy at this party."

"Holy shit," Addilyn shakes Theo's arm, bouncing up and down in excitement. "He's Tom Felton!"

"Then it looks like you'll have to leave," Corbyn retorts. "Because I make a better Draco."

"I'm sorry, Corbs," Addilyn giggles. "But Tom is obviously the better Draco. He's the original!"

"Ha!" Tom pumps a fist in the air triumphantly. "Thanks, Granger."

Corbyn's jaw drops, the sudden turn of events giving him whiplash. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"Nope, I'm on the dark side," she winks. "They have more fun."

"Hey, guys," Jonah - dressed in navy blue scrubs that matched Aurora's and a ferry boat cap - appears next to Theo, looking panicked. "Have any of you seen Aurora? I can't find her anywhere."

"She probably got arrested," Addilyn suggests. "The cops will bring her back sooner or later."

"I haven't seen her since she jumped on my back," Theo shrugs, taking a drink from his orange cup.

"Is Aurora the crazy girl that challenged John Cena to a wrestling match?" Tom questions. Jonah nods in confirmation. "I saw her leave with Aaron Carpenter a few minutes ago."