gulping;down;the;final;sip;of;red;wine[HUGO!]

[harley]

Side by side, the two fourth years ran across the corridors as quietly as they could manage. Smiles spread evenly on both of their faces, Harley ran quicker, her back pack, which was on only one of her shoulders, bounced up and down on her back. They had everything they needed to decorate the room for one of their friends birthday parties. Parties! One of Harley's favorite things to go to... So, she ran quicker, tagging along with Hugo.
Finally, they two shorties came in sight of the wall which hid the Room of Requirement. She walked in front of it three times, thinking about only one thing. So, instead of voicing her thoughts like she normally did, she kept them inside as she spoke the line three times, moving her feet quickly.
I need a party room
I need a party room
I need a party room
Eventually, the door appeared and the two friends stepped inside of it, their feet in unison. The door shut behind them, and Harley's eyes swept across the room ever-so-quickly. It was perfect. Pulling her back pack off of her back, she dumped it out on a huge round table. There were cans of bright spray paint for them to do their very own graffiti on the plain black and white walls. There was also tons of other stuff in the bag. Including red wine. Yummy.

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[Hugo Weasley]

Things couldn't get any better; he and his partner-in-crime, Harley, were tacing down the corridors, trying so hard not to laugh as they approached the Room of Requirement. One of his shoelaces had managed to come untied as they went along, nearly tripping him several times. His hair was falling to his eyes and he constantly had to sweep his head to the side to push his bangs aside. Damn skater hair...everyone loved it but it was so damn hard to keep up with...

Pushing open the door to the RoR, Hugo watched as Harley dumped the contents of her bag onto the table, smirking as he grabbed a can of spray paint and twirled it around in hsi hand. "Hm, this'll be fun," he joked, checking the can to see what color the paint actually was. It was purple; the same color as his shirt and shoes. Yeah, tonight Hugo was donning a purple shirt with a white DC graphic on it, along with black skinny jeans and purple Osiris skate shoes. Yeah, they were different colors, that's for sure.

Anyway, Hugo arched a brow as he noticed the bottle of wine. He knew he couldn't (and wouldn't) drink it, so now he was curious as to why Harley had brought it in the first place. "What're we gonna do with this?" he asked curiously, spinning the bottle on the table absent mindedly.

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[harley]

Harley smiled her dashing smile up at Hugo, whom was only two inches taller than her. It made her happy, indeed that he was taller than her, but only for the fact that if they ever went out he would be taller than her. Eventually, Harley spoke to Hugo her sentences proper, and her voice bouncy. "Uh-huh. Indeed it will be tons of fun, love." She smiled 'evilly' raising a dark brown eye brow at Hugo as he asked what they were going to do with the bottle of wine. She smirked to herself as he spun it on the table, in front of her, and asked exactly what they were going to do with it. "Exactly that, deary. Spin. The. Bottle." Her voice seemed to echo a little in the room, and she looked around happy that it had such great volume.
Slowly, Harley looked up at Hugo her eyes manipulating. "Let's do this, shall we?" Before he could answer, her very bouncy self skipped over to a ladder, which she rolled over to her spot where she was going to begin her masterpiece. In her hands she was clasping three different colored spray paint cans. Bright green, pink, and yellow. She began to spray a big 'H' on while doing small designs around the large letter. Good thing it was a large wall.

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[Hugo Weasley]

Hugo rolled his eyes as she addressed him as love; it truly was one of his pet-peeves. Any sort of pet name made him want to barf; dear, deary, darling, love. All of those were things his grandmother called him and he'd never get used to the fact that it sounded like the person was addressing him as if a dog.

Spin the bottle? Hugo arched a brow, feeling his insides clench. He liked Lou; he didn't know if he'd be able to...to kiss Harley. Sure, she was cute, but he didn't know if he was ready to move on so fast...Especially since the news about Tuck and Lou had darn near broken his heart. Grabbing the bottle by the neck and tilting it up so it finally was standing, he sighed deeply.

"Har," he sighed, biting his bottom lip. "I don't think we should." he finished, grabbing the cans of spray paint, beginning to start his own masterpiece on the opposite wall to Harley's 'H.' He shook the can furiously, beginning to develop the letters 'G' and 'r,' alternating between yellow and red to get the word 'Gryffie' up there after some time and energy was put forth.

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[harley]

Harley laughed as she listened intently to Hugo. A slight roll of her eyes was all she needed to laugh harder. She turned to look at him catching his attention by addressing his name serenely, "Hugo..." She said slowly, catching his eyes watching him squirm under her stare. "Not that kind of spin the bottle. A different kind that I made up. Don't worry... you don't have to kiss me." She smirked, not feeling even the slightest of awkwardness between the two buddies. She smiled adoringly at him, although she wished that they were playing the other kind of spin the bottle. If he would have been excited about it she would have probably changed her own spin the bottle version, and changed it back to the normal one. But, no. Hugo just had to be in love with Lou.

Surprisingly, Harley's smile faded, and she quickly turned away from Hugo not being able to look at him anymore. She continued on to the next letter in, 'Happy B-Day'. Which in that case she began curving the top of the abnormally large, and designed 'a'. Her smile returned quickly as she finished writing the pretty letter. She looked over at Hugo, watching him silently. She was glad that he was preoccupied that way she could just stare at him without being noticed... well yet.

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[Hugo Weasley]

Hugo finished up his lettering before turning back to look at Harley. He gently laid the cans back on the table before crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright...so how do you play?" he asked skeptically, grabbing a new can and shaking it violently. He approached his word again, this time using the metallic gold color to make designs and such. He had always been creative like this; drawing or just expressing himself gave him a sense of euphoria.

After he finished, he picked up the bottle of win, examining it carefully. "Red wine?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "Couldn't you have picked a more appetizing beverage?" he joked, laying it down and spinning it again. The glass slid smoothly over the table, making a soft 'whirring' sound.

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