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Happy Birthday, Spencer. I've got a dance with your name on it.

My costume just arrived for Halloween and I'm super stoked about it. Phin, do you know what you're doing yet? I'll dress you up if I have to.

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is it the dance from dirty dancing

I'd like to see Spencer lifted into the air.

can't you pick him up??

I'm really squirmy.

It'd be the time of their lives.

Nobody puts Sweetie in the corner.

HA! No, it's not.

Thanks!!!! Can't wait to see it.

You gonna tell us what the costume is?

If I tell you then it won't be a surprise

Do. I haven't the slightest what I'm wearing yet.

Be aware that you just gave me creative freedom and you're going to have to wear whatever I choose.

Incapable of shame, love. We're a good pair.

So does that mean you'd wear a loin cloth and be Tarzan?

That's not even as ridiculous as I thought it'd be.

It was the first ridiculous sounding thing I could think of off the top of my head. I'm basically wearing a leopard print leotard and cat ears so I can't really claim I'm all that creative anyway.

Doesn't matter so long as you have fun, yeah?

Exactly. I like things I can easily ~~remove~~ move around in as well. Okay, real brainstorming time! What are some things that you're into?

Dunno. Comics, stories. Food. Getting plastered. Transfig, gadgets.

Comic characters and food can definitely be translated into costumes. What's your favorite of each?

Awfully big question, don't you think?

Maybe we ought to just dress alike. Could be a laugh.

You could narrow it down by what you think you'd rock best.

You wanna wear leopard print and kitty ears? Boy, where have you been my whole life?

I've got no taste, ask anyone.

Preparing for my sexy jungle debut, apparently. It's all led up to this.

You've accepted me as your date so your taste is improving.

And now I'll have the sexiest date at the party. I'm stoked.

Are these dances actually fun, or is it the sort of thing where you force it till the real party afterward?

They can be. Last year's prom was a murder mystery thing, so that was entertaining. I do tend to prefer my special private after parties, though.

Bit surprising, that. Murder mystery. What with how everyone's shrieking over pranks and Gooseberry killers.

Always at the Grotto?

I haven't paid much attention to the Gooseberry Killer shit, but I know the craziness went down after prom.

My parties are more intimate than that, but I normally end up at the Grotto parties.

You lot have so many stories. It's hard to keep track.

Seems like the place to be. The only one.
Bit sorry I didn't come earlier, when it might've been easier to nip off campus a night.

I can't even keep track and I've been here since freshman year.

It's one on one by special invitation only. I'll have to make you come sometime. Yeah, the curfews being inforced and everyone having a stick up their ass makes the grotto a bit tamer now. It's annoying.

Think it comes along with magic.

If it's by special invitation, I could hardly say no, could I?

I dunno why anyone thinks they can make a difference with rules and things. Seems to me shite happens anyway.

There is a lot to digest.

I mean, you could.. but you'd be missing out on naked fun.

Right? If some ghost wants to tear us a new asshole the MACUSA isn't going to be able to do shit about it. The adults around here are fucking useless.

"Oh everything is SO safe now!"

Yeah, okay. And I'm fucking Merlin.

Good thing I've got such impeccable manners.

Precisely. Couldn't do anything about it in the first place, so what's any different now? Part of me thinks it's just some sort of massive experiment for them, MACUSA.

Lucky me.

Who knows. It'd explain how this place is actually still running, though. My mom's a nutjob so I know why I'm here, but what the hell is wrong with everyone else's parents?

Cheers.

Used to doing whatever their children fancy? So rich they think they can just buy their way out of it if things get fucked? No idea anything's gone on at all? (That'd be my mum).

My mom just told me to get over it while dotting over her favorite child/son after he got ghost-knapped. I only dove into some psycho alternate demention and dealt with grusume looking ghosts to find him. Apparently that doesn't mean shit.

Parent of the bloody year, there.

Oh yeah, she's a ray of sunshine. Must be where I got my bitchin' personality from.

Bitchin'?

Merlin, but I love these Americanisms.

Another way to say awesome, I guess. America likes to ruin English with some new slang word (or bring one back) at least once a year. You should try to make British slang a thing.

And lose the larger part of my slight exotic appeal? Not that my accent's been serving me half so well as I was led to believe.

Afraid you don't have the more posh accent most swoon over. More than half the people here aren't worth your time so I wouldn't be too broken up about that. You've got my attention, though.

Is that it, really? More emphasis on the archaic nonsense, then.

I haven't the attention span for half, frankly.
But we'll have fun, you and I.

I mean, probably. That's what girls seem to squeal over at least.

You and me both. Yes, I think we will. But no reason to wait until Halloween to start having some, right? Maybe we should start hanging out.

Blimey.

Let's.

Care to join me for a cigarette?

Cool. Where?

Let's meet at the Ornery Oak and go from there.

Brill. There in ten.

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