WB

there was an underground party in Paris, France that all students knew about happening tonight. and of course, Fred Weasley somehow got the details. it was supposed to be ‘the party of a lifetime,’ planned by a mysterious host. while the group of Gryffindors ran into their rivals, Fred’s gaze got snatched away from the Slytherins and drifted to a table in the middle of the room, smoke swirling all around the person in the chair. they had their legs propped up on the table, facing away, smoke curling from their lips. or, should i say -her- lips. the music and the smoke and the lighting- generally the whole setting- made everything seem so much more surreal. for Fred, his mind was clawing to know who that girl was and what made her presence so intoxicating.