Silver and gold.

The joys of being party people.

The games are beginning, and the smuggled fire whiskey is being poured. So begins another night of self obsessed air heads convincing themselves they're enjoying each other's company and trying to out do each other. Some times it feels like I'm on safari watching the wild animals shake their asses at each other to decide who's is the most impressive. Quite frankly I'd say as the judge of that non of them are that impressive. "Shhh guys shhh they're coming" someone by the door says and the room goes quiet, here we go. The door fly's open and and in walks Daphne with a blindfolded Neville Longbottom, poor sod. Once they're in the room Daphne takes the blind fold off and Neville looks genuinely terrified. "Welcome Neville, to the slytherin common room, you should feel truly honoured to be in here" Draco smirks widely looking around the room to gain everyone's approval as he approaches Neville. Neville stands their silently still in shock at what must feel like a truly peculiar turn of events. "Tonight dear boy you will be our guest of honour" Draco says turning away to wink at Pansy. So cliche, honestly it's like watching a patomime. "Uhh- thanks I guess" Neville said bravely trying to crack a smile. He's looking at Daphne now searching her face for answers and begging with his eyes for her help. She looks away staring at Draco. "Shall we start with a game?" Pansy suggests stepping forwards hands behind her back acting coy as if she's suggesting something entirely innocent. "An excellent idea, how about... seven minutes in heaven?" Draco says looking over at Neville who is still frozen in place. "Come let's all take a seat" everyone moves toward the centre of the room sitting in a mid shapen circle placing a potion bottle in the centre. "Guest of honour first" Daphne said patting Neville on the back. The whole rooms eyes are on him now like vultures glaring at the cat us they're about to pick apart. "Go into that closet their and we shall send someone in after you once the bottles been spun" Daphne said. He looked at her again begging for help but unyielding she continued to point at the closet. Neville eventually got up and walked over to the closet stepping inside and closing the door behind him looking down at the floor. I stood watching from a doorway near the closet, judging the crude spectacle taking place. "Right then we know how this works, who ever the bottle lands on gets to begin the ceremony how they please, is everyone ready?" Marcus flint whispers across the room and Draco nods along with the others, as Draco waves his was and says the spell the bottle spins. I roll my eyes thinking about how ridiculous this all is and what a shame it is to waste my precious time this way. I look down at my fingernails checking they're still perfectly clean as ever. "Blaise, looks like you'll be kicking things off this year" I look up from my hands slowly inspecting the room and all the hollow eyes staring back at me. "Me?" I say trying not to sound shocked, I wouldn't want to give them the satisfaction of thinking I'm excited when that couldn't be further from the truth. "Yes, you. Congrats, so what will it be?" Daphne says with a hint of jealousy in her tone. I stand there for a moment contemplating my options. "I think I'll go in and amuse myself  a little before bringing him back out then" I cross the room toward the closet looking down the whole time, smiling to look as though I'm relishing in this ridiculous tradition. "Excellent idea Blaise, scare the daylights out of him" Draco nudged his thugs in excitement and I nod over toward him before opening the closet door and stepping inside.