keep on dancing until the world ends [DURMIES AND HOGGIES INVITED]

Rose narrowed her eyes at Quila then proceeded to whack his head softly "Only one other person can call me Rosie and that is not you QuiQui" she said then giggled as she had given him a nickname.

"Aww, come on now princess," Feliks smirked moving his lips closer, she pulled away, "You can give me a little more than that."

Faye looked up with surprise, but hide it after a moment giving him a smile, "That's okay, really. I shall still dance the night away for you, okay?"

Ashleen's eyes narrowed, "Nope. I think were good, Romeo."

Feliks pouted and moved closer still, burrowing his head into her hair, "Now, now - don't be a tease."

"Don't be a-" Ashleens words, which were coming out with across of incrediulous and venom were cut off by a beep of her watch. She growled at it, both happy and angry for the interuption. "Sorry, but tease or not I have to go."

She moved to step out of his grasp, but was surprised to find that his hold merely tightened.

"You know," Feliks eyes narrowed, "its girls like you-"

Not waiting for him to finish what annoyingly piggish statment he was going to make, she brough her knee up and made contact with his groin area, smirking as he let her.

"And I said. I. Had. To. Go." She glared at him for a moment before an icy smile spread on her face, "Nice meeting you. Have a nice life."

She turned on her heals, and stormed out of the room, fuming at herself more than anything else as she went to wait for Tre.

Tre grinned. "Have a great time, okay?" He ordered, winking at her. "I may be back before the party's over." though he wouldn't be. Not if it was a mission that required both of them.

"See you around Bonita." with a last deft kiss of her hand, he took his leave, noting that Ash was waiting.

Charles walked into the room to find it packed with people. He was half an hour late again, or maybe it seemed like half an hour. He walked by to see Tshering, in one of her West End outfits he had seen her wear to the time they had been stuck in a closet for seven minutes and made slurpy sounds at the wall to make the game host happy. Good times.

"Tshering," he called, walking up to her. He looked at the dance floor. "Let's have a dance battle," he added, smirking.

Tshering rolled her eyes at Georgie before the other girl went off to the dance floor, probably in search of a partner. She then scanned the crowd for anyone else interesting, before she heard her name being called out by a familiar voice. As soon as she placed him, she smirked. She walked over to him, so they met in the middle.

She put a lazy arm around him and ushered him towards the dance floor. "You bet," she agreed, a huge smile across her face.

Afonka, for the most part, had just spent the party huddling in a corner, trying to make sure Feliks didn't notice him. Merlin, the boy was terrifying. And he didn't even want to be here. The only place he wanted to be was up in his dorm. He didn't want to be around people. He just wanted to be alone.

But he'd been practically dragged here, and he'd have to go past Feliks to get to the door. Sighing softly, he glanced back at the boy in time to watch him get kneed by a blonde. Mustering up a smile, he shuffled farther away. If Feliks was angry - as he undoubtedly would - he didn't want to be the person it was taken out on.

Noticing Faye, he plastered another smile on his face as he waved at her, more for her benefit than anything else. Forcing himself to move away from his wall, he made his way to her, "Hey Faye. Enjoying the party?"

Faye smiled slighly and soluted him and his order, "I'll try. See you around Tre."

She didn't really expect him to be back, or for her to be here if he did. She didn't think her party mood would last long.

Not long after he left, Faye turned at the sound of another voice.

"Afonka," she smiled, "I suppose so. What about you?"

"Nice to meet ya Rose, Faye, Quil and all the others!" Iris greeted back with a grin and drank some of her Firewhiskey. She noticed Tshering on the dance floor and couldn't help but smirk, "Hey Tshering, is that your boyfriend? Cause I'd be highly offended since you didn't have the courtesy of telling me," she mocked and laughed good naturedly.

She changed the music to one with faster beat and turned up the volume a bit. "Wanna dance, Georgie?" She asked her fellow Gryffindor, already moving in sync with the song.

"I'm having fun," It was a lie, but he didn't want to worry her or anything, so Afonka simply plastered another smile on his face, "I love half-term. No classes - just spending time with friends."

Charles let himself be escorted by Tshering to the dance floor just in time for the next song to begin. He looked at the brunette and began to dance. He knew that he would probably be humiliated by her, but he didn't care. He wanted to have fun in this party, not to start a real dance war.

She looked at the boy for a moment, tilting her head. She was pretty sure he was lying to her, but did not feel like pushing the fact. He could lie if he wished.

"I suppose it is," she huffed, staring out at the sea of people, "Its also a good time to find out thing you never wanted to know."

He'd just lied to his own friend. Biting his lip, he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. I'm so sorry Faye. But he didn't want to worry her. She already had enough to deal with.

Tilting his head back at her, he glanced around before returning his gaze back to her, "Did you find out something that you didn't want to know?"

"Are you alright Fon?" she tilted her head worriedly. He looked worse than her, and with everything going on with her at the moment...

She shook her head and stared out ahead of her.

"Roman's engaged to Kendera James."

Opening his mouth, slightly startled by her question, Afonka let out a muffled squeak before clamping his hands over his mouth. "Sorry," he whispered, moving his hands away, "it's just -" he shrugged, clasping his hands together, "I - in the catacombs." He'd been spending the last few months trying to forget, and now he was being thrust right back into it.

Closing his eyes, the scene flashed behind his eyes, "Ophelia Montague. I found her dead." he choked out the last word, shuddering as if it left a bad taste in his mouth, "She was a friend of mine," he muttered, staring down at the floor, "And now she's dead and if I'd been there a few minutes earlier I could've saved her."

Shaking, he hugged himself in an attempt to calm himself down. Looking up at Faye, he swallowed hard, "I - I'm sorry. But isn't it his parents' idea? He still cares about you." Nodding, he smiled slightly.

Ophelia Montague... she wasn't sure if she'd heard that name or not. She thought perhaps it might have been one of those names she had heard around.

She hadn't even known a student had... died.

"Afonka..." she said slowly, looking at the boy before hugging him impulsively. "I'm sorry - that's-that's... no one should have to see that."

"No one should have to die young," she muttered to herself, possibly not even audiable to the boy. She hadn't meant to be."

She attempted to smile, "True, but it still doesn't mean I wanted it to happen, to know about it. No engagment is better than a hated one. Besides... she might be better than me anyways... "

Sighing softly, Afonka hugged Faye back, smiling slightly, "Thank you." he whispered softly, resisting the temptation to cry. It still hurt just to mention Ophelia. Swallowing hard, he nodded, "I - I know. And I miss her."

Frowning, Afonka shook his head, "There's no way she's better. You're amazing."

"Well that's good, or well I mean not good but," she gave a little smile, "Its sad that you miss her, but good that you care enough to do so. And-and I'm sure she'd want you to... to not be all sad and stuff, cause... yeah."

Faye had no idea how to comfort someone and was pretty sure she was just rambling now.

She snorted and shook her head, "I don't know if I'd go as far as amazing."

Nodding, Afonka sighed softly, blowing a strand of his dark hair out of his eyes. "I guess that's true," he said softly, an undertone of sadness in his tone that he couldn't shake out. "But I can't help it. Every time I close my eyes or - or try to sleep, I see her lying there...." the Hrabrost trailed off, staring sadly at Faye.

"Well, I would." Afonka smiled at Faye, and this time the broad smile was able to reach his eyes.

"Have you tried dreamless sleep potion," she asked softly. "They give it to me... sometimes; other times its just sleeping drafts, but either way... they work."

She shrugged. She was getting good with medical potions now-a-days.

Faye mirrored his smile, glad to see it on his face again, "Well, thats sweet of you.... I haven't told Roman I know."

She stared straight head. She wasn't proud of this face but... everytime she saw him, she... wanted to know when he was going to tell her? Wanted to pretend it wasn't happening? Whatever the reason it just didn't come out of her mouth.

"I haven't." he said with a shake of his head, smiling slightly. Anything that could help him sleep would be worth it. "But that would probably help a lot. Thank you," he grinned.

"I think you should," he said slowly, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her.

"You're welcome," she said with a small smiled.

She wrapped her arms around herself and looked out across the room, watching the people dancing and laughing.

"I know I should but... I just can't-" she bit her lip and shook her head. Her voice low as she spoke, "He should have told me first; I went... went months without knowing, and then I had to hear it from Kendera and I just felt, so stupid. An idiot thinking everything was just fine when really..."

She shook her head.

"He should have told me."

Jordan had heard about a party that all Durmstrang students and Hogwarts students were invited to, so he was going to look into it. He was wearing very expensive jeans that were borderline dress pants, a pretty low cut brown v-neck, and an expensive tan trench-like-coat. He figured it wouldn't be to dressy or to casual to show up like this, so that is why he chose the attire. As he made his way from the Commons to the South Tower, he thought about the party itself. If it was dull, he would be quite furious - if it was fun, he would enjoy himself - but he knew nothing. Only thing he brought non-party related was his wand, which he kept on an inside pocket of the coat - next to his chest.

As he casually strolled through the halls to the Room of Necessity, he noticed people. They were flocking like cattle to the slaughter, all to the one room. This party must have been a pretty damn big deal, perfect chances for relationships, new friends - everything. Jordan figured it would be a great idea, because he was going to try to be an exchange student at Hogwarts for his Fourth Year, so maybe it would be great to get in 'good' with the other students. He hurried his pace up and got ahead of the other students, almost in a decent run - as he broke through some people, to get to the actual doorway. With a regain of composure he walked into the room and walked around the edges of it - trying to find someone he at least knew, somewhat.

Patting her shoulder sympathetically, he gave her a small smile, "Maybe he just didn't want to upset you," he said, grasping at straws. He really didn't have the slightest idea why Roman didn't tell Faye, but he could probably guess why. "Because he's planning on getting unengaged, so it wouldn't really be necessary to tell you because he wasn't going to go through with it."

Satisfied with his answer, Afonka nodded.

Faye tilted her head and smiled slightly.

"But he's going to have to upset me sometimes - its life, you don't get to be happy all the time," she shrugged. "I have a right to now things.. whether I will like them or not; You don't seem surprised - you know more about his side than I do. Obviously you got to know."

"Well," Afonka coughed, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, "That - that was sort of different. I kind of brought it up, so I mean, he was going to have to answer me, and -" his eyebrows knitting together, he paused, tilting his head to think before nodding.

"Roman wouldn't lie to me, and he hasn't lied to you. Not - not really. He just sort of skirted around the truth." Squirming slightly, he nodded at Faye.