A number of students had lingered at the school over winter holidays this year,
including enough 7th years that they had organized a party to ring in the new
year. (If “organized” was really an appropriate word with this crew, in that it
implies organization, something generally lacking from the festivities.) They
had gathered illicitly in Hogsmeade (what like Potter and his friends are the
only ones who sneak out?) for a what would be a truly legendary shindig.
A small, fuzzy black kitty scratched at the back door to the Hog's Head. The
barkeep, Aberforth, opened the door to the back room that the students had
reserved and let the cat in.
The cat nuzzled up to Deaia's leg, who immediately jumped. Unfortunately, she
landed on the cat's tail. “MROW!!!!” Deaia jumped off the cat's tail and
paused. “Kate?” The cat nodded. “You're so weird. Leave it to you to show up
to the party uniquely.” Deaia shook her head and walked over to the table full
of drinks, which had a wide assortment of butterbeer, stronger stuff heisted in
by some other seventh year student, and a nice supply of Welch's Sparkling Grape
Juice, courtesy of her parents.
Makae looked down from one of the wooden beams as her roommate came in on all
fours and startled Deaia. She sipped on some of the butterbeer and wondered if
she should find her friends strange. Instead she chose to find them wet, and
simply dumped the rest of her drink on their heads.
The sound of mug crashing on the ground rang through the air. “Sh... oot,” said
Scott as he stepped over his newly created pile of glass. Not wanting to spend
yet another New Years party practicing repairing spells, he quickly walked up to
the barkeep. “Hellooo, there! I think I would like my... first Butterbeer of the
night!” Hmm... why have so many people rolled their eyes at him like that as of
Lemuel greets Scott with a grin and a wink, whilst drawing a rather messy glass
of Butterbeer. He feigns passing it over to Scott with another wink, then draws
it back away from his reach. “Huhuhu... right, mate. Here's the thing. As long
as I'm back here, I'm only serving my drinks mixed. And I say that you...” He
puts a long finger on his nose, and struggles out another wink “GET DUNGBOMBS!”
He grabs a handful from his pocket, drops them in the Butterbeer, and leaps over
the bar just as the real barkeep comes hurrying out from the back room.
Kate scurries and claws her way up to the rafters to join Makae. Once she
reached a solid beam she shifted back into her human form. “Mrow...” she said.
“Er, I mean, Happy New Years. Got any more booze up here?”
Liz struts through the door. She takes off her to cloak to reveal that she was
wearing... not a whole lot. Greg is at her side and tilts his head at her
curious get-up. “Mra?” He runs up to Kate, and quickly dashes behind Liz when
Kate shifts to being human again. “Happy New Year, everyone, I'd like some booze
now!” Liz says cheerfully.
“Well there are plenty of booze up here. I wouldn't have settled myself
otherwise.” Makae reached up to a rafter just above her head and handed a glass
over to Kate. She then looked down at Liz and felt that booze should be given
out of their cups to people with the misfortune of being lower then her place of
sitting. And so another cup of butterbeer “slipped” down over yet another
Though he could not see who the perpetrator was, Scott attempted in vain to rub
out the butterbeer that was just poured in his hair. The horrid stench of
Dungbombs still infested his nose. Good party so far!
Lemuel chews meditatively on the end of his finger as he surveys the 'party'
from a corner of the room, theoretically safe from the mystery of the falling
butterbeer. He catches the eye of a young Gryffindor and grins hugely just as a
full tumbler of Butterbeer lands atop her head. She shrieks like a banshee for a
moment, before getting hit with another, and passing out on the table.
Lem moseys on over and sits next to the young lass, who'd been working on an
order of Bangers and Mash. Lemuel pulls it over and digs in, keeping a wary eye
up above for flying butterbeer. The girlie stirs a little, and looks sideways
with a sodden eyeball. “Thoshre mine. Shtoppit.”
Lemuel smiles understandingly, and calls up to the rafters, “Oi! Vengeful God o'
butterbeer! This here gurlie don't believe in ye!”
Kate yells back down at Lemuel, “Oh, smartass skeptics. The butterbeer gods
will make her believe!” She tosses some more drink down on the pair. “Leave
it to that boy to take a girl's bangers when he's only met her. Wait, that's
not quite how that joke goes is it?”
Makae cocked her head and stared at her roommate. She opened her mouth, shrugged
away the thought, turned, and answer into her glass, “After a few more drinks it
will go how ever you want it to.” she took a swig of her drink and tossed the
rest onto the unbelievers. Those heathens needed to be taught some respect.
Nanerean strolled through the door just to see his classmates spritzing everyone
with butterbeer. Still wearing his school robes like the nerdish prat he was, he
took his wand out of his robes and transfigured a cocktail umbrella from the bar
into a normal umbrella, green of course. Better safe than sorry, it wouldn't be
the first time his classmates had spilled booze across him. Once equipped with
the umbrella, he felt it safe to order a butterbeer from the bar.
It is needless to say that Scott was beginning to get a little entertained. A
wonderful wave of tipsiness was starting to drown the occupants, and because he
only had.... one... drink, he grinned and sat back. Front row seat!
Deaia had managed to squeeze into a corner and avoid the majority of the various
spraying drinks. Majority, not all. Wiping a speck of butterbeer off her face,
she took a sip of a mai tai snuck to her from the barkeep. She was determined
to hide it from everyone, as she had a reputation to upkeep. Head Girls must
stay above everyone else. “Ooh, is that a Draco?” Deaia took off running,
forgetting she still had the incriminating mai tai in her hand, which sloshed
liberally over her robes and Nanerean's hat.
Kate leaned back contentedly against a crossbeam, watching the scene beneath
them. Still, there was something missing. Getting drunk would be all well and
good, but this was their last New Year's at Hogwarts. They should do something
special. “You know what would be fun?” she asked her roommate. “A good old
fashioned barroom brawl.”
Makae's lips turned up in a wicked smirk, “That would be a good idea. A very
very good idea. So how shawl we make the puppets dance?”
Kate pondered for a moment. “Well, since imperio is technically illegal...”
Kate jumped off of the rafter onto a table below and then to the floor. She
insinuated herself beside two male students standing at the bar, conveniently a
Gryffindor and a Slytherin. Casually (well, sort of), she pushed the Slytherin
into the other boy. Loudly she said, “Well sure, Gryffindors are scummy
bastards, but it isn't very nice to say such things, and it's hardly a reason
Lyra ran into the room, screaming. In a glance, she took in the situation.
Then, with floppy arms, she ran into Kate, crying, “BOTHER!”
Then, fearing for her life, she ran away screaming.
Lemuel takes a forkful of mashed potatoes and begins to shove it into his mouth
before thinking better of it... the Slytherin and Gryffindor boys were beginning
to get a little growly, and it pleases Lem's dark little Ravenclaw heart to no
end to see it.
He stands suddenly and determinedly, throwing down the fork and grabbing a
handful of bangers. Lem drops them into a large-ish pocket, and rummages through
another, pulling a handful of firecrackers and whatnot. He sticks a smallish one
in a banger, touches it off with his wand, and shoves it into the nearest
Gryffindor mouth. “Compliments o' the Hufflepuffs, the wankers. Ain't they
The Gryffindor's head explodes into a puff of acrid green smoke, and his body
leaps after the nearest dull-looking boy.
Makae reached up for another glass and threw it down at what she hoped was a
Gryffindor. Figuring that she did her part she calmly picked up another glass
and went back to her drinking. The show should be properly enjoyed.
Nanerean opened the door from the restroom after cleansing his hat of a mai tai
only to realize that he was probably safer in the bathroom in the first place.
He noted that every Gryffindor in the bar was being badgered by someone and
decided to at least try something half assed to save himself from this torment.
He again took out his wand, touching his tie which turned from gold and crimson
to green and silver. It should trick the drunkards before him.
Kate spies Nanerean's quick fashion change, and while it is an improvement, she
can't stand to see him left out of the fun. “Hey Nan!” she yells from the midst
of the brawl, “nice tie!” And when he turns to face her she notices that he is
conveniently placed in front of the plate glass window. Well, what's a bar
fight without someone going through the window? “Rictusempra!”
Makae let out an evil giggle at the sight of Nan going out the window in an
unwilling fashion. She turned around, pushed open the skylight and dumped more
butterbeer on Nan's fallen body.
Kate felt bad for Nanerean. Not bad enough to stop, mind you, but bad none the
Nanerean, thoroughly soaked in butterbeer and rather upset, stood up and grabbed
his wand. He pointed it at Kate. “Accio Kate!” She flew out of the bar, breaking
the remainder of glass in the window frame. He stepped to the side as she flew
past him, holding out his hand which slapped her in the face, then finally fell
in a pile on the ground. He then pointed his wand at Makae and muttered, “Accio
Makae!” who flew out of the skylight, falling on top of Kate with a painful
thud. “Well that was a lovely barroom brawl. I'll be here all week.”
Kate and Makae charged Nanerean, one grabbing his shoulders and the other
grabbing his feet. They let out a war cry of “BATTERING NAN!” and charged
through the bar with their reluctant weapon, knocking over any students in their
way, regardless of house. (They were equal opportunity abusers). When they
reached the end of their sent him flying down the bar, knocking over mugs,
glasses, and the agitated barkeep who was reaching for his wand beneath the bar.
Or possibly a shotgun, this being a shady sort of place. “Now this is a party,”
One moment Lem's standing at the end of the bar, harassing a hapless Hufflepuff
fifth year with a transfigured spoon/tazer, and the next, he's got a Nanerean in
his arm. A very wriggly Nanerean whose robes are rucked up around his armpits
and limbs are flailing wildly.
He sets Nan upright posthaste, pulls his robes down, and pushes him in the
general direction of Kate and Makae, shooting engorgement charms over his
Kate and Makae inflated hastily and began bobbing on the ceiling. Nanerean
stumbled back and forth, then regained his balance and realized what the entire
bar was laughing at. He looked triumphantly that he was, for the most part,
better off than Kate and Makae at the moment and decided that he should probably
find somewhere else to be before Lem decided to light him on fire, as the
tealeaves some third year had read in divination led her to believe that
Nanerean was in great danger of fire throughout entirety of the next year.
Normally he wouldn't believe such crap, but this third year was the kind of
nutter that you should always believe. He then noticed that he was missing a
tooth from his experience as a “Battering Nan” and scoured the floor, finding it
and placing it securely in his pocket.
Not in the mood to be truly bothered, Makae chose to make the best of the
situation and took a well deserved nap. The air after all wasn't that bad of a
place for it.
Kate, who often started fights but seldom finished them, was just as happy to
find herself out of the way for the moment. She had quite a good view of the
mayhem, and when the authorities eventually came (oh, and they would), she
resembled a victim more then an instigator.
Aberforth waved his shotgun in the air, preparing to fire. “Out, out, get out
of my bar!” He screamed.
Having found out about an illicit, off campus party, Dumbledore had dispatched a
member of the faculty to break it up. In fact, he sent Snape. Of course.
Snape grumbled as he trudged through the icy streets of Hogsmeade. “Call this
job satisfaction, 'cause I don't.” He threw open the doors of the bar and was
promptly shot. He eyed the smoking hole in his cape with scorn. “That was my
best cloak,” he hissed. “IMMOBULUS!” All motion in the room stopped. “Fifty
points from Gryffindor.”
Severus noticed the two girls bouncing on the ceiling still and below them all a
Nanerean that had not yet stood from gathering his tooth. “Mr. Grey. I see that
you have stolen a tie from my house. Another ten points from Gryffindor. I
suppose also that you are responsible for these two on the ceiling.” He took the
wand out of the immobile Nanerean's hand. “Peori Incantatum.” With that, Makae
flew at him flattening him to the bar floor and waking her from her nap.
Needless to say, Snape needed a drink. “All of you... Back to the castle!” With
a wave of his wand, the immobulus charm dissipated and all of the students
began to meander out of the bar onto the streets of Hogsmeade. Nanerean picked
up his fallen wand and quickly joined the crowd leaving the bar.
The students cleared out of the bar with the haste born from not wanting to take
the blame. Aberforth busied himself tidying up the premises before Snape drew
the connection between the hole in his cloak and the bartender's handy weapon
and did something unpleasant. The potions master skulked behind the bar and
poured himself a glass of fine cognac and set about forgetting everything that
had happened. He swirled the golden liquid and muttered, “Happy New Year to
In a dark corner, the Head Girl lingered, watching.