The Green Trio

Nov 7th, 1994 Cont.

Diana expected some snide comments about Magic Cap as smoke billowed over the tops of everyone's heads like mushroom hats and dissipated, but they never came. The Durmstrang students took deep huffs over and over while some of the Beauxbatons students took much more sophisticated drags; both parties were openly impressed.

"And where may we buy zis after?" a petite Beauxbatons boy asked.

"Either from me or," she pointed out Luka and Cersei who were taking a shots break nearby, "Or them."

"Or us!" said Fred from behind her.

She rolled her eyes. "Or them."

The Beauxbaton boy nodded, drifting off with his friends into the crowd. Diana didn't linger, turning and already scouting for any strange faces she hadn't spoken to yet—whilst keeping a careful eye on her drunken friends.

"How come you're not drinking?" George asked, following her wary glances as Cersei took to flirting with one of the crossfaded Durmstrang boys and Luka shook her head, pouring out another drink for herself into a transfigured red solo cup.

How much had that girl had to drink already? Whatever it was, Diana was certain it was already enough.

"Yeah, lose a coin toss or something?" Fred added in.

"No," she said plainly. "It's my turn to be the designated mum."

"You take turns?"

"Most of the time."

"That's shit."

She rubbed gently at her temple, predicting a grave headache in her future as images of herself herding her friends and flipping off Fred rolled back and forth in her head. "Just go do your jobs."

For a moment she expected a snappy one liner or a childish prode; instead Fred winked.

"As you wish."

She swore her eyes were bound to get stuck with how often she rolled them in Weasley's company. Sure, she'd been in favour of partnering with the twins, but she hadn't taken into consideration how easy it was for one half of the duo to get under her skin. Fred Weasley could just breathe around her and somehow he'd find a way to make it annoying.

Maneuvering through the crowd, Diana set her thoughts aside, approaching her friends and immediately stealing Luka's empty cup out of her hand. Pulling her wand out, she mumbled a quick Aquamenti—a spell the entire trio had learnt for the very purpose of staying hydrated at parties—and watched it fill with water.

She handed it back. "Here."

"Thanks, I'm fuckin' parched." Luka said, her true Cockney accent peaking through. Diana never understood why she covered her real voice most of the time. "I could really go for a pizza right now. You think them House-elves would make me one?"

Diana shrugged. "Maybe."

"All they make's fuckin' puddings and shit—I mean I appreciate it and I fully—I fully support that House-elf rights stuff Granger's been spewing, but I'm so tired of those fancy esquire shit. I want a damn burger."

"If you asked, they probably—"

The weight of a hand on her shoulder cut her off. Cersei had properly rejoined them having lost all interest in the Durmstrang boy.

"What's Weasley doing on the table?"

Diana turned to look, spotting the ginger twat without difficulty. He was, as Cersei had said, standing on a table in the centre of the common room, smoking a fat joint and blowing rings into the air.