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Prompt: Champagne/Devon Proudfoot & Natalie di Piero
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There was a giggle bubbling up in her throat, and she couldn't stop it. She just couldn't. It was rising to the top like the little bubbles in her glass, all fizzy and light and airy and--there it went, her giggle, and she bit down on her lip sheepishly as it escaped her throat. Devon shot her a Look. "You said you weren't going to laugh, Nat," she said reproachfully, though the pouting glare she shot over was greatly dulled by her own drunkenness.

Natalie was veritably draped over a love seat, legs thrown over one arm of the couch and neck resting against the other arm. Brown, curly locks tumbled over the other side of the armrest and she ran her free hand through them absentmindedly. Her head felt fuzzy and warm. "Oh come on," she said, slurring slightly. "It was funny. I mean. It's Terrence. How did you not know he fancied you?" She tipped her glass over and finished the rest of her drink, leaning sideways over the edge of the couch to grab the champagne bottle again.

Dee hit her with a pillow, eliciting a small, embarrassing squeak from her lips. "You could have warned me," the blonde girl said. Then, holding up her empty glass-- "Fill me up too." Natalie obliged, pouring the champagne until it just reached the rim of each of their cups.

They were in the Gryffindor Common Room, and their setting looked like the graveyard of a good party--bodies passed out, draped between couch-and-floor or simply on floors, cups scattered all over the room, half eaten treats and even articles of clothing scattered about. Mildly in the back of her mind, Natalie mused that this had been a really dumb idea, throwing the party in the common room. But it had been fun.

Dee turned over to her, propped up with an elbow, and a big grin lit up her face. "We're the last ones standing, Nat," she said, raising the glass above her head like a triumphant warrior. Then, grin growing wicked, "Let's celebrate!"

With a flick of her wand, the music was back on, and she reached a hand over and pulled a giggling Natalie up from her position on the couch, sloshing some champagne onto the floor. And as the beat kicked in for the muggle song--Painted Black by the Rolling Stones--Natalie started twirling her in giddy circles before letting her returning the favor. By the time Natalie turned to face her again, Dee was holding two quills in front of her face (Merlin knows how she found them) and she didn't need to say a word for Natalie to understand.

She plucked one quill out of her hand and turned around to face the room. After a moment of hesitation, she walked a few paces to a nearby couch, where Danny was passed out on his back. There was a girl, half on him and half on the floor, and with a laugh Natalie traced an outline of the girl's body on his shirtless chest before giving the boy some very elaborate facial hair and, for good measure, drawing a crude picture of a penis on his forehead. On his cheek, she wrote "Much love, Natalie."

Dee was doing her own part to accent the wreckage--she'd flitted to a sixth year prefect who'd been particularly poncy about doing well on his OWLs and, one hand deftly clasping her champagne flute and the other wielding her quill, had written cuss words in large, flourished letters across his face, spanning both his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, between his eyebrows, and along his jawline, not to mention a very large "PONCY GIT" across his forehead.

Not all their victims were desecrated in this way. The 7th year boy (very handsome and quite charming) who'd taken Dee to the ball got tiger stripes. The quidditch captain got little snitches and brooms. Their favorite fifth year girl got little hearts and stars at the corners of her eyes. But one by one, they marked all the drunkards left snoozing in the common room, until the first song had ended and the next one started.

Natalie turned to Devon, twirling again and holding her arms out as she sang to the new song, editing it a bit for her own amusement. "AND THEN I SAW YOUR FACE!"

Devon swung around to meet her. "NOW I'M A BELIEVERRR!"

They linked arms, quite smugly, and climbed up the stairs. "NOT A TRACE....OF DOUBT IN MYY MIND--" In unison this time, and they giggled all the way up the stairs to their dorm room, where they passed out comfortably in their beds, leaving the carnage of the party and the blaring music for someone else to deal with in the morning.