T.O.N.I.G.H.T.S Gonna Be A G O O D Night {ALL}

[Zoey Abercrombie]

"Hey James," Zoey said with a smile as he made a comment about the turnout. "Yes it's quite good, Zane's quite the popular lad." She glanced around at the slight mayhem she had caused, with an innocent look on her face. She looked Lily up and down before she pushed past. Seeing as though she was stood next to James, she refrained from making a comment, simply brushing her dress down and straightening it slightly. She giggled as Noah placed his hands on her waist and spun her around. "Me Noah? I'm attending Zane's birthday party, just as you are," she smiled again as she saw the exchange between Noah and James. "I hope you're not causing trouble. James doesn't look very happy..." she said as she looked into Noah's eyes.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire smiled, almost like an amish person, ready to turn the otehr cheek. So many were staring at here, sitting on her ass on the floor, with a red mark on her face. Too bad Nikita couldn't see the advantage Victoire had from here. She smiled, weider, and grabbed ahold of Nikita's leg, pulling her down to the floor, and grabbing hold of the pyscho's hair. Her cousin had had this coming for quite a while, so Victoire did not hestitate as she puched the Slytherein, hoping that the nose she aimed for would break.
Victoire jumped to her feet, and grabbed her wand fromr the floor, which must have rolled her way. "Try it, you good-for-nothing slut. You thinky ou're so effin' cool jus' cause you take your pitiful anger out on everyone else. Yes, we get the friggin fact your father never loved you. Don't think we don't. Why don't you just get out of here, and go play lap dog to Charlotte and Corliss a little more? Nobody wants you here, Nikita Delacour! You don't even deserve your father's last name." She was prepared for just about everything, having taken the brat's shit for far too long. "Go cry to my mother. After I tell her exactly what you've been doing, I bet she'll take you in"
Victoire was feeling reckless as she watched her cousin squirm in discomfort, and snickered at the irony. How many times had Miss Sn- excuse me, Miss Delacour been the one boasting over the others, delievering a crazy monologue while her friends watched. This time it was reversed, as Victoire watched her, judgingly, with all of her friend watching.

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita felt her foot slip out from under her, sending her immediately to the floor. She then felt Victoire's hand wrap into her hair, and punch her hard in the face. 'SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!' Luckily Niki had turned fast enough for the punch to only hit her cheek bone, which should have now had a crack in the bone. It hurt like hell, as she turned her head back to Victoire's fierce glare. Her words were sharp, yes but they did not harm Nikita. She simply shrugged them off, watching softly as Victoire jumped up to grab her wand. Following Victoire, she jumped to her feet also, and took a step toward her. Her face was now right in front of Victoire's, and she had an evil look in her eyes. She grabbed Victoire's wand out of her clutches, and stepped back with it in her hand. She grabbed the wand, a hand on each end, and snapped it in half with the help of her thigh. She stuffed it into her shoe, and glared at Victoire. "What now bitch?"

Nikita took another step forward, and grabbed Victoire's head with both hands, and shoved her head fiercly against the walls corner. It was a loud sound as her head smashed against the strong wall. Releasing her hands from Victoire's face, she let her cousin fall to the ground with a loud thud. "Let's play a little old fashion shall we? I mean you really have no choice, considering your wand is kinda broken in two. Oh well." Nikita spoke to Victoire, who was still on the ground. She then took a fast step forward, pushing her foot back, and then up again. She kicked her foot into Victoire's stomach, making her cousin lurch. Seeing her cousin in pain made Nikita laugh, and she kept her pale blue eyes on her cousin.

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[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire pushed herself back towards her cousin, practically tackling her, and used the butt of her hand to hit her again. This time, Victoire was satisfied to hear a loud, sickening crunch, and felt the blood trickle onto her own hand. "I've been in a worse fight with a third year!" Victoire snapped, grabbing ahold of black hair, the same color as Nikita's black heart, and pulled back, making the head follow. She easily found Nikita's wand, and pulled it out of her pocket, before breaking it as well. "Try and fight without your precious magic, because it was the only thing that ever protected you!" She knew she was fighting dirty, but did not care. All was fair in war. Everything, even if it meant destroying your opponent in ways that were usually thought of as cruel. "If you're fighting for Scorpius, give up. He'll never love a whore"
She could practically hear the gasp of the growing watchers, none of which who seemed to really want to aid either of the foes. Victoire knew this would complicate Christmas, when Aunt Gabby dragged Nikita to the burrow, but frankly didn't care. Nikita needed to feel all the pain she had been dealing for years, and there was only one difference. Victoire had a reason. Nikita did it to be cruel, to get attention, the thing she lacked, for her mother was busy trying to save the family, rid herself of the rape that had occured. Attention had never been Victoire favorite thing, but it was certainly Nikita's

[Terence Landon Wittney]

Ignoring things could be quite productive. I mean, you could stare at the floor at the interesting patterns and ignore the chaos circulating around you and be perfectly content. That and out of the way; lying low from drama. Hogwarts was unusual drama usually ending up with broken limbs. This always either over DE and NO or a boy, girl situation. At this particular moment Nikita, sadly she was here, and Vikki fighting it out. Terry did what any other man would do. Stay out of it, and allow the girls to fight it out. It was better that way. He directed his attention to Lily frowning at the tearful Potter. "Screw Zane, it maybe his birthday but that doesn't mean you should cry. You'll get him another day, I promise." Terry returned the hug, a one armed squeeze. "Zane and I, friendly rivals, well friends. My parents always wanted me in Slytherin, Hufflepuff was just as good as saying I was a Gryffindor. Teddy and Rosie seem to think that the Sorting Hat had too much firewhiskey....Remember hon, you deserve better."

[Nikita Snape]

"OUCH!" Nikita yelled, as she felt her nose break under Victoire's fist. She covered her face, as her hand moved to her nose, pushing it back into place. Yes, it hurt her like shit, but she would just have to deal with it. In case you didn't notice you piece of shit, I wasn't even using my wand. Oh, and care to bet on that last statement, cuz?" The last word slid off of her tongue, like a slug coming out of your throat. There was also a low hiss with the word, that Nikita hated at that very moment. She was soon back at Victoire's side, as she punched at her stomach, making her lurch once more. Then she kicked herself off of the ground, twirling to her side, like a ballerina. Of course she didn't look like a ballerina at the time, she looked more like a proffessional kick boxer, with a slight twist. She moved her legs fast during the spin, and eventually her spin ended. Her right foot kicked her cousin in the ribs, making tons of cracking noises. Bones must have been broken, considering the way Victoire fell to the ground.

Nikita smiled as she stepped up to Victoire once again, who was still on the ground clutching her broken ribs. She kicked her foot up, and it hit Victoire hard under the chin, knocking her head up forcefully. She then bent down to her cousin, lifting her chin up and slapping her hard against the face. After about a second she wrapped her arms around Victoire's, and pulled herself up. Victoire was now laying breathless on the opposite side of where she had been a few seconds ago. Niki let her arms drop from her cousin's, and she stood up quickly. Wiping the blood from her nose she looked up at Zane, with a 'I'm sorry' expression written all over her face. She turned back quickly, and waited for whatever was coming next.

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[Victoire Weasley]

Pain shot into Victoire's every pore as she realized at least three of her ribs were broken. She couldn't move without an acompanying stap of horrifying pain. She cluthced at her stomach, gasping for air, even as Nikita stood. She hated this little brat, she hated the fact Nikita had Zane wrapped around her finger, and her emotions ran loose. Ignoring the pain, she lurched to her feet, grabbed the nearest by-standers wand, and snarled out the words, "Sectumsempra"
It wasn't an Unforgivable, but she knew Zane would be disapointed nonetheless. They were struggling towards peace, blah blah blah.
The wand was unfamilliar in her hand, and she wanted to thorw it away, but could not, for she knew that the Delcaour would mimic her move, and that they would duel. Silently, she casted a Trip Jinx on Nikita, so if she moved, she'd fall on her face.
Victoire's breathing was ragged, and scared her, but another spell, Protego Horribilis,. again silently, and she felt prepared. Shields were er specialty, and she had nearly worked her wand broke mastering ones that fought against dark spells, like the Unforgivables.
"You look nervous, Delacour. You're not so tough when not surrounded by your cheerleaders, and your precious master. I'm sure Charlotte would be so proud of her Chihuahua right now"

[Charlotte Riddle]

The light scratching of quill on parchment was the only audible noise in the room, besides the crackling of the dark common room fire. The nearly adult red-head had her head in her hand as she wrote and poured herself over the book in front of her. It was a strangely quiet night in the rather dark room, only a few students seemed to be out of bed still. A few teens were in the corner playing a game of Wizards chess...A very vicious game of wizards chess, while a few older students were simply enjoying the quiet space and time without the first and second years.

Charlotte had been working very hard since classes had gotten out earlier that day. Not class work though, that would be done later and at less critical time. Right now, she has been trying to work up her very newest plan with Kia and her dear DE. Her hand moved to the small locket on her neck absentmindedly, her fingers fumbling with the clasp. She dropped her quill down on the paper and wrapped her unoccupied hand around her waist. To the occasional bystander and over-looker the girl simply looked stressed, she was merely thinking more then being stressed.

Her thoughts though had suddenly become muddled and distracted as she felt the twinging pain in her arm that could only come from one thing. She looked up, quickly packed her things away before running up to her dorm and placing the things on her bed. She lifted the sleeve of her pale green sweater and watched as the dark mark on her arm glowed. "Nikita," she breathed out softly. Her wand was now in her hand as she could already tell where the girl was.

The bright piercing blue of her eyes were narrowed, The Golden Boy's birthday party....Well, well, well. She would concern herself with the details of Snape's appearance at the party later, at the moment, the only important thing was one of her own needed help. Despite the seriousness of what was happening she couldn't help but smirk at the thought of barging into Lestrange's party. She found her way up into the corridor of the Room of Requirement.

She began to pass down the hall three times, I need to get help to Nikita Snape, I need to get help to Nikita Snape, I need to get help to Nikita Snape. Her lips parted slightly as the sight of a door began to appear. She stepped forward and ripped the door open preparing herself for any sudden attacks from any NO that were sure to be there. She scanned the room, wanting to move quickly before everyone noticed her presence, she searched for any sight of Niki. Her eyes almost passed right over the scene, she definitely did not look like the Snape she new without a very critical eye. She took a step forward, This night is going to be a whole lot more eventful then I thought.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

He waited from Lily's reply but found none to come. The commotion, almost as good as a bar fight circled around Nikita and Victoire. Of course Terry found nothing unusual it was a girl fight after all. Blood was certainly a main element in these situations. He found it quite strange that the cheering stopped and the crowd shuffled away from the scene. "Scuse' me will ya Lils..." Terence stepped though the crowd to the clearing where a Slytherin was bleeding quite severely and Vikki was crouched over twisted in an abnormal way. Honestly he really didn't give a shit about Nikita and her thick, red blood pooling around her body on the edge of unconsciousness. His mind and heart was directed toward Victoire making sure she was alright. "Hon, I know that bitching Niki out feels good but, the hospital wing is calling your name and Charlotte just showed up. My calculations tell me we're totally and utterly screwed." Even through his sarcastic tone there was a high pitched sound, the kind you might find to be hysterics. Pushing Vikki's hair behind the ears, an almost paternal action, he helped her stand making sure the wand was still clutched tightly to her fingers. He pulled his wand out from the depths of his pockets, robes so overrated. Terence, not particularly the fighting type readied himself for Charlottes attack, Vikki standing a bit behind him. She probed at the beast and now needed some help; Terry normally enjoying being the backup was front in center. He was sure the NO would back him up, Zane....Lily.... James? Maybe Teddy and Rosie, the two practically surgically attached to each other. There was no Rosie, or Teddy. It was Rosie and Teddy or Teddy and the boys.
All he knew was if he was the only one, you'd be counting the flowers on his grave. Well, if there was a anything left of his body....

[James Sirius Potter]

James was still fuming from Noah's blow. He finished the can of beer he was drinking and threw it in the bin. He turned round to see Vikki and Zane's girl fighting and raised an eyebrow. He then looked round and saw Charlotte walk into the room and his body tensed. He put his hand in his pocket and drew his wand and crept towards Vikki and Charlotte. He didn't want Zane to see that she was there as he didn't want his birthday celebrations ruined. He looked over to Teddy hoping that he had seen who it was and would help him kick her out.

[Zane Lestrange]

Zane was oblivious to the fact that there was a fight happening in the centre of the room. Of course he had tried to head that way many times to see why there was a small crowd gathering, but every time he even took a step in that direction, someone would bound up to him and lead him in the opposite direction. Being the birthday boy, he couldn't exactly ignore anyone, so he engaged in small talk for a few minutes, usually involving Quidditch, before someone else would appear, wish him a Happy Birthday, hand him a present and begin the conversation all over again. It's quite nice being the centre of attention, for once. That makes a change. But I definately couldn't be in the spotlight all the time. Heading to put another present on the ever-growing mountain, Zane overheard some talk about a fight and the appearance of one Nikita Snape. He frowned slightly, realising that everyone had been keeping him away, I should of intervened, I could of stopped it. A quick glance to the opposite side of the room confirmed his suspicions that something wasn't right, the door had just opened but he couldn't see who had just walked inside and then he spotted Victoire, out of breath and talking down to the floor. Ok so maybe it was a mistake inviting Niki. Yes she promised she'd behave herself and after all these weeks of coaching her at Quidditch, I was sure I could trust her to not get into any fights. Obviously not.

[Lily Potter]

Lily was hardly listening to anyone anymore. The jeers of a brewing fight held her attention. SHe heard her cousins voice booming around the room. The second, oh so familiar it was, came right back, shooting snide remarks. She remembered Victorie telling her to go find out what Zane wanted. Goos time for that. Why in the hell did he invite Snape? Her thoughts shooting odd questions through her mind, she began her search for Golden Boy. Her eyes flashing every which way, she began to worry. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her. Charlotte Crenge. "Shit!" she hissed, finally spooting Zane with his head down.
Paying no mind to any of the people she pushed through, or the ones trying to speak to the birthday boy, she shoved through the crowd, appearing at Zane's side. "Lovely birthday. Silver girl just showed up. Way to go. Theres no time to fuss, lets go. You nned to help me break this up before it gets worse." she said, not thinking about anything but the last comment she heard. 'Snapes bleeding! Bad.' someone had sneered, obviously at good thing, unless you were Nikita.
Her thoughts flying around, Lily took no time to ezplain further. Not paying one bit of attention, she grabbed Zane's hand, wrapping her fingers through his. She put the pulse of electircty the shot up her arm as she held onto his hand. "Lets go!" she said, her legs already pulling him closer to the secne of the fight. She saw Terry as he tried to stop the fight. She tugged harder on Zane's hand.
Finally busting through the circle of people, Lily looked at Zane. Noting she was still clutching his hand, she dropped it, praying the burning in her cheeks would subside. "What in the HELL is goin on here!" she said, the accent of her native land making her sound oddly angrier than she wanted to come off. "This is susposed to be a BRITHDAY party. NOT A RUMBLE!" She glanced over at Zane. "Little help here? Before Charlotte comes and kills us all?"

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire nodded, nearly strangling the 'borrowed' wand, and doubling over as she clutched at her numerous breaks. She heaved, trying to keep herself from passing out, though the darkness swam in her eyes, and stars danced around in her vision. If she kept this up, there'd be no way she'd make it out of here. She could already see the engravings on her Tombstone, announcing her date of birth and date of death. A Dom in an oddly black dress, and Louis actually showing up to somethign family related. Strangely, the picture almost made her smile, but the touch of a cold hand, moving hair from her eyes brought her back to the reality.
"Char...Charlotte's here?"[/]b She asked, trying to straighten out, but wincing as pain shot through her entire frame. It flet like someone had stabbed her with a fire-hot knife, and twisted the blade. How could she have been so stupid? A tiny voice in her head screamed at her to run, or her injuries would be twice as bad. Charlotte was here. And she knew that the Loving Owner would do nothing to slaughter the wolf that had gotten at her puppy.
Her bloodshot eyes scanned the room, and found the redhead instantly. "We...g-gotta go!" She declared, trying to find any exit she could as Terry stepped between her and the Crenge.

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[Zane Lestrange]

Zane looked up just in time to her Lily's last few words. What Charlotte's here? Oh Niki and... we're in big trouble... his thoughts were interrupted by Lily grabbing his hand and dragging him through the crowd of people towards Victoire and Niki. As the crowd parted to let them pass Zane caught sight of Nikita. There was blood, the crowd hadn't been lying, lots and lots of it. He heard Lily's voice as he stepped into the middle alongside her. Charlotte's here, Charlotte's here, Charlotte's here. Ok, I need to sought this out before she makes an appearance. At least they've stopped sending jinxes at each other. Zane took a step forward which placed him in between Victoire and Nikita.

[Charlotte Riddle]

Charlotte continued to push her way through the crowd surrounding the fighting girls. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the few people who dared to stand in her way. She pulled out her wand and that caused a few 'brave' students to back off. She tilted her head at the Wittney boy, "I suggest you move so I can reach my friend." Her voice was calm and demanding. She wasn't going to wait any longer as the group continued to stay in her way, "Mobilicorpus!" The bodies in her way moved, not of their own accord and she briskly walked up shocked to see Nikita in a pool of her own blood.

She let out a low hiss and gave a glare to everyone around, she spotted Zane. "Really, this is how you celebrate being a year older Lestrange." She could see James holding out his wand, "I swear, if you even send so much of a bubble blowing hex it me, you'll regret it. Don't forget what I had said in class Potter," she spat his name. She knelt over Nikita trying to get as much blood back into her as possible. They needed to get her into the hospital wing. Miss Viki is going to regret ever stepping foot in this castle.