Ａｎ Ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ ｏｆ ａ Ｌｉｆｅｔｉｍｅ - Semi-Literate Harry Potter RP

[Combeferre.]

:: Quinn Parker :: Pureblood :: 18 :: Hufflepuff ::

Quinn laughed and handed her her butterbeer, "Tell me about it," he rolled his eyes, putting his free hand on Alice's elbow to pull her a couple more steps away from the crowd to avoid either of them getting nudged. "I'd hate to see a muggle nightclub," he shuddered a little, having heard about the things from various halfblood and muggleborn people that he knew. To his knowledge, it was just like this, only it was louder, there were more people, and the concept of personal space was completely non-existent. That did not sound like a place he wanted to go. Ever.

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Alice DeWitt x Quinn x Party.

Alice was happy to oblige when Quinn moved her away from the crowd, and she took a swig of her butterbeer. "A nightclub?" She'd never heard of such a thing in the wizarding world, and assumed it must've been something muggles did. Alice usually liked people and crowds, but a crowd in this small of a space was out of her comfort zone, but she stayed because Quinn wanted her to. Alice tried to stay as close as she could to Quinn, not wanting to be lost in the sea of people.

[Combeferre.]

:: Quinn Parker :: Pureblood :: 18 :: Hufflepuff ::

Quinn hummed and nodded, his brows pulling together as he took a long swig of his butterbeer. He lowered his mug again, paying no mind to the thin, white, foamy moustache he now had resting on his lip as he started to explain the idea of a nightclub, "It's like this, I think. Lots of people, not much space, very loud music, and alcohol," he summarised, pulling facts he'd been fed from his memory. He glanced back at the mass, seeing that a lot of people were now getting incredibly close without a care in the world. Quinn was a friendly guy, sure, but personal space was something he treasured, and he'd probably lose his mind if he was in the middle of that crowd right now.

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Alice DeWitt x Quinn x Party.

Alice listened to Quinn explain a nightclub. It sounded awful and overall a bad place to be. Alice liked her personal space, and there was no way drinking and closeness ended well. She took another sip on her drink, and received a satisfying chill run down her back. Alice checked her wrist watch and saw they'd only been there for thirty minutes, before turning her attention back to the crowd.

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[ o o c: Accepted, I'll add you to the front page when I can reach a computer.]

[Combeferre.]

:: Quinn Parker :: Pureblood :: 18 :: Hufflepuff ::

"We'll go whenever you like," Quinn moved his lips closer to Alice's ear to speak to her, rather than shouting over the booming music. It did feel like they'd been there for hours already, but glancing down at Alice's watch, he found it had only been half an hour. It wasn't that he didn't like or enjoy parties on the whole, he just wasn't really a party kind of guy. To add to that, he could feel himself practically falling asleep on the spot, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. The only thing keeping him awake was the unbearably loud muggle music that was being ruthlessly blasted from the speakers. He didn't know the one that was playing at the moment, but he wasn't sure he wanted to; definitely not his type.

[weightless.]

ooc: hey, is it too late to make another character? he'd be in gryffindor and he's a massive dork, basically uvu it's okay if i can't!

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Alice DeWitt x Quinn x Party.

Alice looked up at Quinn and could see him becoming tired. She threw her empty butterbeer bottle in the trash and said, "Come on, lets get you to bed." Alice too him by the hand and bega to navigate her way through the crowd. When she reached the door she held it open for him.

o o c: No, go ahead.

[Combeferre.]

:: Quinn Parker :: Pureblood :: 18 :: Hufflepuff ::

Quinn gripped her hand, following her through the crowd with his butterbeer still in his other hand. Thankfully it wasn't full enough so that it spilt whenever someone nudged him. He followed her closely, close enough that he still didn't have to yell over the music, "You can stay, you don't have to leave for my sake." He hated when people did that; it made him feel bad to have people revolve their plans around him. Nevertheless, he kept a firm grip on her hand and didn't try to pull her to a stop.

[»fly away]

>> That doesn't help much... What party and where is it? Who's there and what's the party for [if it's a celebration]? }