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Hazel Wheeler

For some strange reason, it made her prideful to know that out of all the kisses Julian had exchanged, hers was by far the best. Though that was probably just because none of the boys actually wanted to kiss each other but Hazel was going to tell herself otherwise. She could see the relief on both Dorjee and Julian's faces as the moment ended and the game seemed to roll back into motion. It was like a carnival ride that had to stop every few minutes to let new people on and then the music would slowly gain momentum again as the ride started over again. They were just one big circus act. A bunch of teenagers snogging in the middle of an empty classroom.

 

"Alright, Dorjee," Hazel nodded toward the discarded bottle in the middle of their sloppy circle, "It's your go."

 

And it was as if some magnetic force had channeled the way the bottle moved because as the spin started to lose speed, Hazel started to realize that there was a strong chance that the bottle was going to land on her. It passed one knee of Julian's and then the other before stopping. It was her turn. With Dorjee. Hazel was going to kiss Dorjee.

 

She looked up - making eye contact with the Gryffindor from their weird angle near one another - and it felt so strange to realize that she was just a few movements away from altering a part of their history. In all honesty, Hazel hadn't really thought of Dorjee that way. Unlike Emmett, who had captivated her in their quick friendship with his newfound compassion and his pretty hair, Dorjee had always been a friend to Hazel. Someone she could rely on to stand with her in the middle of a battle or to help her fertilize the mandrakes. And maybe it was just the way she romanticized things or the way she spent too much time overthinking, but to her, their relationship would be different now. He'd be the third person she's ever kissed, and he'd always have that kiss with him.

 

Her resolve crumbled a bit. The confidence she had with Julian melted away into what was a more accurate depiction of Hazel. She was shy blush splattered on cheeks, nervous smiles hid behind waves of hair, and a small glint in the eye that was just a bit curious for what would come next. Hazel pushed herself off of the floor (and Julian) to make her way toward Dorjee. The room felt cold and hot all at once and when she finally reached him her hands were shaking a bit. How had the rest of the people in the room made it look so easy? They'd grown up with each other and now they were sharing kisses like they were swapping currency.

 

"Hi," Hazel muttered before immediately busting forth into one of her nervous smiles. And even though she felt like she was obviously anxious and even though she could almost feel the gaze of Julian on her back and even though Alyssa was just a little bit away, Hazel delicately placed her hands on either side of his jaw. Some of her fingers spilled over into the flesh of his neck and suddenly she was leaning in and pulling him closer until all there was was the touch of lips. 

 

It was different than Julian, and it wasn't at all Simon. But Hazel tried to push past the familiarity to see what Dorjee had to offer. Her fingertips dug a bit more into the soft skin of his neck and she moved closer to try and figure out what it was about Dorjee that made him who he was. What could he be in this kiss that wasn't what he was outside of it?

 

Mountain ranges. Hazel felt cool breezes, large families, and the thrill of the next adventure. And maybe she started to understand. There was more to Dorjee and she'd barely scratched the surface. She pulled back and blinked for a minute before smiling wide.

 

"I hope that wasn't too bad, and now it's my turn to spin!" Hazel started to move back to her spot as if to cover up how embarrassed she was (and also how excited she was).

 

@Dorjee Shire Sherpa landed on ME.

Edited by Hazel Wheeler

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Dorjee Shire Sherpa

As the sensation of Julian’s lips barely touching his faded and feeling began to Dorjee’s body, he reached for the bottle, barely registering what Hazel had said. Instead, it was at this exact moment that it occurred to him that all eyes in the room were on him. Most of his year had just seen Julian, his friend and someone he trusted and respected, kiss him. They were watching as his trembling hand reached forward, touching the bottle and giving it the best spin he could manage. He was trying to force himself into willing it to land on Alyssa, but the universe knew and it had caught him in a lie.

 

Time slowed to nothing as it spun past Julian for the final time, or perhaps it was just the bottle slowing down. Dorjee was no longer certain. What he did know, as his jaw dropped and his face reddened further, was that Hazel Wheeler was standing up. Not Alyssa.

 

Hazel.

 

On shaking legs, Dorjee gained his feet and tried not to stumble as he avoided Alyssa’s eyes for everything he was worth. If he looked at her, surely he’d bolt out of the nearest potential entry to the classroom. Window. Door. Anything to get away from the girl who knew better than anybody else in that room just why this kiss was so much more than a kiss. It had all been in the letters he’d given her on their picnic the previous fall. Until he could guarantee Alyssa his full attention without constantly being distracted by Hazel, he hadn’t wanted to date her. Alyssa was beautiful and he wanted her to feel as special as she was.

 

But that slipped from his mind, which had gone numb with the revelation that he’d be getting that one thing he desired: a kiss from Hazel. A brief thought flashed through his mind in the final second; she was dating Julian. Surely she’d give him a kiss on the cheek and call him a good friend, relieving them both of the “What could be” of the situation. This was rapidly dismissed as she leaned forward, closing the infinite distance of the last inch that remained between them.

 

As lips met, crashing together into a cacophony of complicated feelings he’d later peg as guilt and desire, he began to register everything he was feeling like a series of shocks, only soft, sweet, and welcome. Her hands, soft as rose petals, brushed his skin, driving him mad.  While he’d been slightly paralyzed kissing Alyssa, his own hands freely moved toward Hazel. One tangled in her hair, cradling the back of her head. The other pushed against her lower back, pulling the Hufflepuff closer still. Her lips were soft and gentle against his own, probably a result of her beautiful smile that could light up a room in an instant.

 

When at last they pulled away from each other, be it seconds or days later, Dorjee felt his head spinning. Dread filled his stomach as he stumbled and leaned against an empty desk to catch his breath. He managed to stay standing, but realization sunk in suddenly at what had just happened. He’d kissed Hazel in front of Julian and Alyssa.

 

It had been all he’d ever imagined it could be.

 

And yet he could not possibly feel worse about it.

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Hazel Wheeler

After a kiss like that, Hazel wasn't sure she was ready to hold onto the bottle again. It felt cool against her skin but all she could think about was that ANYONE in this room could very well be the next person she's going to kiss. Hazel looked up, finding familiar faces that she wasn't sure she was ready to deal with. What if she got Aurora or Arwa? After the mind-melting kiss that they had shared, she just wasn't sure she could even last enough to make her way across the circle.

 

God. What if she got Simon? She spun the bottle with a bit more force than last time as if she could somehow avoid that outcome. It would be disastrous if she had to look up to see the familiar curls she'd known for so long. No one, especially Hazel, could let that happen. After the moment in the window - where things were warm and different but crossed boundaries that shouldn't have - Hazel hadn't been the same. Like she said earlier with Dorjee, Simon had a kiss that she couldn't and wouldn't take back. She was now a small piece in Julian, Dorjee, and Simon's history. But she couldn't do something like that to Julian again. Not even for a game.

 

Thankfully, as if the universe heard her desperate plea to avoid all sorts of awkward and uncomfortable confrontation, the bottle slowed as it rounded the room that Simon wasn't on. Instead, it decided it was time for her to figure out a part of her she'd only recently discovered. She liked girls. Or at least she was very attracted to girls.

 

With the bottle landing on @Stella Peabody, Hazel was going to have to face that fact quickly. The Hufflepuff got up again. Every movement she made toward Stella's place in the circle felt like moving through molasses. Time was unhinged and she couldn't tell how many breaths had passed before she was in front of the Slytherin. If only Stella knew how nerve-wracking this was for her and how much was placed on this kiss. Hazel honestly didn't know if she could come back from kissing a girl as beautiful as Stella. Her freckles that dotted her cheeks like constellations, the rich and deep curls that begged to have fingers in them, and the lips that reminded her of how beautiful the color at the center of a carnation was.

 

She didn't talk this time. It didn't feel like words needed to be said. Stella was smart and capable and she didn't need Hazel mucking things up with nerves and stuttered fragments of a sentence. Hazel pulled herself together and pushed forward, sliding her hand from Stella's neck to grip at some curls at the base of her neck. The other hand moved to settle on the other side her fingers just lightly grasping. There was a pulse there. Hazel could feel the other girl's heartbeat as she carefully leaned in and finally kissed her.

 

This. This was a revelation. Never in her life had she realized how soft girls were and GOD Stella smelled so good it was dizzying. Hazel felt the edges of her lips perk up into a smile as she deepened the kiss. If this was what it was like to kiss girls, she'd been missing out for a l o n g time. She could easily get attached to just the overwhelming beauty that was Stella Peabody - and we all know Hazel loves some intelligence - but she had someone to return to. Always wanted to return back to him. Hazel pulled back with her lips slightly parted and a blush flooded her cheeks. She untangled herself from Stella and then the confidence vanished as quickly as it had come. Nervous smiles were back and that meant it was time to retreat back to the one place she found herself always glad to be back at.

 

She sat back down next to Julian and this time didn't even bother to try to hide the fact that she wanted to be as close to him as possible. Hazel wedged herself between one arm and the side of his body and leaned up to kiss his cheek. The game continued on in the background but Hazel was more worried about the boy next to her.

 

"Like I said earlier," Hazel muttered under her breath so only he could hear, "If I'm kissing anyone, I'm always glad it's you. And if it's okay, I'd like to do more of it. Just us."

 

The offer hung in the air between them as Stella's turn landed on @Scout Matthews.

Edited by Hazel Wheeler

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Stella Peabody

Stella watched the proceedings with an amused sense of abstraction, as if she had forgotten she was also playing and could be kissed at any moment.  So many of the pairs were unexpected, hilarious, sweet: Emmett and Julian having the quickest peck imagineable made her laugh out loud, and Dorjee and Hazel made her smile.  Those two kissing had to be the cutest, gentlest thing in the world.

 

Then it was @Hazel Wheeler's turn to spin the bottle, and Stella sat back, snuggled closer to @Shiloh Paige, and waited to see where it would land, assured in her confidence that the bottle would pass her by yet again.

 

But this time it didn't, and before she knew what was happening, Hazel was moving towards her.  

 

As she had watched her classmates play the game, she had wondered what it would be like to kiss @Simon Reed (curiosity tinged with a bit of nervousness), @Robin Bagley (absolute horror), @Isobel Blake (excitement and a little awe) and even @Emmett Blaze (she was sure he'd say something cocky and awful afterwards.) But she hadn't really thought about kissing Hazel.  

 

As Hazel approached from the other side of the circle, Stella noticed for the first time how lovely and smooth her skin was, and how her lips turned upwards into a delicate Cupid's bow, like it was hardwired into her nature to smile.  Stella had only ever kissed Shiloh, who could be surly and intense and who rarely smiled, at least not as sweetly and universally as Hazel smiled at the world.

 

What would it be like, to kiss Hazel?  She seemed so delicate and soft, like the flowers they both loved so much.  Stella didn't want to scare her, or kiss her too intensely, or hurt her feelings by only giving her a quick peck.

 

But Hazel went all in, and Stella dove to meet her.  Her hands hovered uncertainly near Hazel's face, and then settled on her cheek and in her hair.  Their lips parted for a moment before Hazel pulled away, and Stella regretted the kiss ending, for just a moment.  

 

She was suddenly aware that everyone had been watching them, and the smile slowly faded from her face.

 

"Well," she cleared her throat "That was lovely.  If Julian ever mugs you off, you know where to find me," she joked.  Now it was her turn to spin the bottle.  Merlin, her kiss list was going to triple all in one day.  She hadn't thought of it that way until just now.  

 

She stayed kneeling upright as the bottle spun and spun, somehow not feeling comfortable enough to return to her girlfriend yet.  The bottle was pointing at @Scout Matthews, who had mostly been watching the proceedings quietly.

 

She didn't know the Hufflepuff very well, apart from their occasional duels.  In fact, she didn't know if he was dating anyone, or if he'd ever been kissed.  The pressure of kissing someone she didn't know very well felt monumental as she made her way to his side of the circle.  

 

"I've never kissed a boy before, so here goes nothing, I suppose..." She said before leaning in and kissing him.  It was more than a peck, but less deep than her kiss with Hazel.  She pressed her lips to his as softly as she could and hoped that he would pull back or deepen the kiss as he saw fit.  

 

"Is Shi just going to taste Hufflepuff on me after this?" She quipped after they pulled away.  She was secretly terrified that everyone watching thought she was a terrible kisser, but at least it wasn't her turn anymore.  

 

Edited by Stella Peabody

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Isobel Blake

It was just a kiss. 

 

There was no inherent magic in kisses, nothing that transcended time and space. Isobel had been raised well by her Maman; she knew that romance and kisses, anything more than kisses, were not one and the same. She had kissed @Molly Stone a thousand times over, but there was no romance between them. Not... well, not when Isobel knew Molly had lips that wandered elsewhere, and her own eyes lingered on someone else. Even if sometimes... well, it didn't matter anymore. 

 

It was no different here. Most of the kids beside her probably hadn't kissed much, if their hesitation and avoidance meant anything. The clutter of the classroom, desks and diagrams, did nothing to offset the awkwardness of adolescence. Half of them doubtlessly had pizza breath and clumsy mouths, and even if Arwa had taken her aback with her confidence, Isobel did not think that kiss was the norm. (Nothing about Arwa, she was beginning to realize, was the norm). Spin the bottle was a game, nothing more, a way of showing off.

 

Isobel tried to remind herself of this when Aurora kissed Emmett.

 

Something about the way he murmured something to the redhead, the way her hand rested against his jaw – maddening. Sickening. Isobel's own jaw tightened, a barrage of dark emotion flooding her, her demeanor nonchalant but her insides rotten. She was used to jealousy, used to her own greedy heart, but nothing that had ever felt like this. He was hers. It was unfair, it was stupid, she had just kissed Arwa – but the emotion knew no reason, and her hypocrisy festered. If he had only looked at her, if he had thought of her... but he did not. Emmett's eyes were closed, and he had pulled Aurora closer, wanted more. It had nothing to do with her.

 

Isobel could not watch, but she would not let anyone know how it bothered her, not when she had made such a show of amusement. She walled herself behind a veneer of apathy, and pretended that it meant nothing. Emmett, tangled with Aurora... it was just a game. These kisses were meaningless, they meant nothing, and yet... and yet, she realized with sickening dread, none of that mattered. Not when it was Emmett, her best friend, her something, kissing someone else after everything they had been through together.

 

She was stupid. And, unfortunately, somehow on the same side as @Behati Gadot, whose exaggerated gags and insults were saying everything Isobel did not.

 

But then, finally, the kiss was over, and Isobel turned her eyes back to Emmett, only... he looked dazed. Disoriented. Her chest burned, bile in her throat, and the rage and possessiveness that had blazed through her twisted into hurt. His voice sounded far off, almost muffled, as he flirted with Aurora, and the words pressed heavy on her chest. Kisses were meaningless, unless it was him who was kissing someone else. The way Aurora flirted back, coyly called him sweetheart, told him he could have more – Isobel wanted to claw her to shreds, wished the werewolves had destroyed her hideous face until no one would ever want to kiss her –

 

It turned out that Isobel was not very kind.

 

The other banter did not interest her. She watched as Emmett gave the bottle another spin, praying that it wouldn't land on someone else he might desire, not knowing if she could take it. In the end, it fell to Julian, and Isobel almost slumped in relief. There was no way Emmett would want more with him, even if he were into boys. Knowing it would be strange if she did not acknowledge them, Isobel smirked, made a show of watching. None of her fury abated as Hazel kissed Julian, as Julian pecked Emmett on the lips – nothing but vindictive satisfaction at his discomfort. Every time someone spun the bottle, she dreaded it landing on him once more. Other kisses passed – Julian and Dorjee, Dorjee and Hazel, and they did little to draw her attention.

 

It was only when the bottle fell on @Stella Peabody that Isobel felt a flicker of curiosity once more, something that pulled her from her violent fantasies. Hazel and... Stella? It was such a strange combination that Isobel felt almost bewildered. Hazel was sunshine, the girl that everyone adored (even her, begrudgingly) – and there was Stella, guarded and intelligent and dry – old books and warm tea on a rainy day. The two of them... kissing.... it felt like two different worlds. Isobel almost forgot about her irritation by how confused she felt, watching the two of them kiss and smiling and deepening it and – 

 

Kissing was just kissing unless it was your other best friend kissing the girl you'd been jealous of since the dawn of time.

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Scout Matthews

As the rest of his classmates joined the circle, Scout had sought to keep his distance for as long as possible. The whole affair was one that left the fourteen-year-old in a state of discomfort, almost as if he had second-hand embarrassment from watching the others kiss. Admittedly, this wasn't something Scout was keen on participating in. At least, not yet.

 

To have the feeling of another's mouth against his own was something that Scout desperately wanted to experience. But over time, it had become abundantly clear to the teenager that not just anyone would do. It was something that he wanted to experience with a specific person -- one that he held lingering attachment to. Scout had learned this the hard way over the summer as he'd dealt with unwanted advances with a person he was to be wedded with.

 

Just the thought of it was enough to make the badger sick. He was nothing more than a pawn in his parents' game and he couldn't bring himself to take an interest in his betrothed even if he wanted to. It served as a very stark reminder to the teenager that he harboured no desire for women. Though, Scout had been sure of that for quite a while. It was just one more thing for the boy to bury deep within him, lest his parents find out and use it as just another reason to be disappointed in him.

 

Because that's all he was. A disappointment.

 

The school year had been nothing but a disaster with the attack along with this, that, and everything else. His grades had taken their toll, easily reflected in the reports sent back to his parents. He had half expected to receive a Howler for his abysmal marks, but he was sure that would have made things worse. It was bad enough that he had almost lost Simon that year. Scout was thankful that the pair had been able to make up, but there was something constantly nagging him at the back of his mind, reminding him that none of this would have happened if he had simply been better.

 

He wasn't good enough. He knew he wasn't.

 

There was no rhyme or reason to his thoughts and Scout knew well enough that changing who he was wouldn't fix anything. He would still struggle. He would still get embarrassed. There was nothing the fourteen-year-old could do to change that -- he was Scout Matthews. It was just something that defined him.

 

Unfortunately, it also meant that part of him simply didn't approve of the current shenanigans. While it may have seemed silly, Scout had romanticized the idea of a first kiss. He thought it was something that was meant to be special. Intimate. Not something to be thrown away in a random game of spin the bottle. And yet, here he was subjected to the whims of chance only to have fate thrust in his face.

 

It'd taken Scout a moment to realize what had happened, but he could feel a real sense of panic begin to stir within him as the bottle pointed directly towards him. He was never one to judge the activities of others, but this wasn't something he had wanted to do. And rather risk becoming a social pariah he had joined in the hopes that he would never have to deal with the consequences. But it was happening and there was no chance for the fourteen-year-old to escape.

 

He looked up with wide eyes as @Stella Peabody approached him, the small badger trying to mask the fear that coursed through his veins as she leaned in. She'd never kissed a boy? Well Scout had never kissed anyone! And no offence to his year mate, but this was not how he'd imagined he would have his first kiss. It was far too late for protests as the other leaned in to kiss him, lips pressing against his in a fit of passion that could only be described as Dreadful or Troll.

 

It was no fault of Stella's though as Scout was quick to back of, visibly shaken by the ordeal as a hand came up to cover his mouth. "I-I'm sorry," he apologized, the sound of his voice muffled by his fingers. The fourteen-year-old forced himself to look away, his gut clenching in on itself as he could feel the scrutinizing gaze of his classmates upon him.

 

Worst. Day. Ever.

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Behati Gadot

Truth be told, Behati had largely gone back to reading her book. She’d lost sight of who had kissed whom, and by this point she didn’t really care to ask. Everyone seemed to be having their own existential breakdown from this game. An unexpected consequence, if you asked her. It was probably all the mono they were passing around amongst each other. She’d watched @Isobel Blake look like she was two seconds away from crying at the sight of @Aurora Andrews and @Emmett Blaze kissing. Old Behati would’ve run to Isobel’s side immediately to comfort the Gryffindor girl, but current Behati simply stayed put and tsked.

 

Current Behati was spiteful and angry.

 

She thought things along the lines of Serves you right for having horrible taste in men and Serves you right for all the nonsense you said to me this past year. But she disliked Aurora just as much as she currently disliked Isobel, and she outright hated Emmett. So, really, there weren’t any real winners in this particular situation. Even if Bee had wanted to feel bad for Isobel’s heartbreak, she simply couldn’t. Even if she and Isobel had still been friends, and the events of this past year—the werewolf attacks, she and Isobel’s falling out, as well as she and Molly’s falling out—had never happened, she’d still struggle to drudge up any ounce of sympathy for Isobel because she fundamentally could not understand what the hell it was that Isobel saw in Emmett. Bee could never understand the appeal.

 

She’d hated Emmett since the very first week of their first year at Hogwarts, and anything that anyone else said or thought about Emmett could only be viewed through that hateful lens. What was it about Emmett—and more specifically Emmett kissing Aurora—that made Isobel feel so upset? If anything, Isobel should’ve been offering to pay for Aurora's medical bills after the red-headed girl’s lip-lock session with the Swamp Thing himself.

 

Hazel’s and Stella’s kiss, on the other hand, held Behati’s attention for longer than the Hufflepuff girl would’ve liked to admit. The grasping of necks, the intoxicating feeling of the whole experience, Stella’s parted lips. Behati stared intimately at the two girls’ kiss, both taking mental notes and stuck being frozen in place by the feeling that had overtaken her. It was a prickling sensation. She felt warm and dizzy—like she’d just spun on a merry-go-round on a hot summer’s day after eating too much ice cream. All she wanted was for it to stop, but also continue.

 

And then, as easily as it had started, it was over.

 

She hadn’t even noticed her nails had been digging into her palms until she snapped out of her daze and saw the crescent shaped marks oozing small amounts of blood. She felt embarrassed. She felt scared. She felt like punching something. What she did, instead, after Stella and Scout’s kiss, was say: “At least something about this game hasn’t gone totally weird.”

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Stella Peabody

Stella could still taste @Scout Matthews's lips, his slightly sweet breath, when he pulled abruptly away from her and began stammering out an apology, covering his mouth as if disgusted by what she had just inflicted upon it.  Merlin, was she that awful of a kisser?  She should have just given him a quick peck on the cheek or something.  Everyone would have teased them, but it would have been better than this bumbling humiliation.

 

"S'alright," she mumbled as she backed away from him, cracking some joke about tasting like Hufflepuffs to mask the blush rising up her neck and the sharp nasal sting she always felt when she was about to cry.  She bit her lip and squeezed the bridge of her nose.  She couldn't cry, she simply couldn't.

 

"Suppose that's why I don't kiss boys..." She muttered to @Shiloh Paige as she joined her girlfriend and gave her hand a shaky squeeze.  She needed a little support at the moment, and she could only hope Shi would see that and not tease her.  It would simply be too awful to bear on top of everyone else witnessing her humiliation.  Did they all pity Shiloh for having to kiss her?  No, mustn't think like that, or all her efforts to keep herself from crying would be in vain.

 

Worst day ever.  

 

Edited by Stella Peabody

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Arwa Hashmi-Andrada

The subtlety with which @Isobel Blake stared at Emmett wasn’t lost on Arwa. She could feel the tension coming off of her roommate and she sent the other girl a Look. The kiss the two of them had shared had been a lot less intense than the one Emmett had shared with Aurora. There was clearly something there, but Arwa couldn’t quite figure it out — and she really hated it when she couldn’t figure things out. This wasn’t something she could sit down in the library with and research; this was something they would have to take back to the girls’ dormitory.

 

Hopefully, alone.

 

Watching @Julian Pritchard kiss first Emmett and then Dorjee wasn’t as awkward as Arwa had thought it would be. As long as the bottle didn’t land on her, she figured it would be okay. Everything between them was okay, as well — more than okay, in fact. Arwa felt herself feel a rush of affection towards her best friend every time she looked at him, as if the past was suddenly just that: the past. It wasn’t like Arwa suddenly had a deeper understanding of lycanthropy, but despite her parents’ words ringing in her ears, she had chosen to firmly stand by Julian’s side, her own misgivings too powerless beneath the love and friendship she had felt for the Ravenclaw since the day they had met.

 

If anything, the past year had only made her resolve that much stronger to never waver. The boy that had helped her with all her scrapes and pains when they were kids; — even when they both thought the other to be a Muggle — the boy that had held her hand every time something turbulent was thrown into the Hashmi-Andradas’ lives; — the visits from the grandparents to dissuade and the rough treatment Arwa had herself received from those she’d considered blood — that boy deserved far better from her than to promise him one thing and then do something completely different. Julian deserved all of Arwa’s friendship, and she was ready to swear on her own life that she would never let him down in that way, ever again.

 

The bottle landed on @Hazel Wheeler, and Arwa’s breath stuttered and stopped. The kiss shared between the Hufflepuff and Dorjee had been tender enough, but her cheeks instantly coloured when @Stella Peabody moved over to take her turn, and Arwa had to turn her head away. She hoped, more than anything, the bottle wouldn’t call out for her and Hazel to kiss. It wouldn’t be any good for Arwa’s nerves, and she didn’t want to do that in front of Julian, of all people.

 

She didn’t look back until the bottle was being spun again.

 

Stella was someone Arwa had admired for as long as she could remember — she was one of the prettiest girls in their year, and at first, Arwa had longed to be closer to the other girl. Those feelings had eventually settled, culminating with a shared kiss between her and @Shiloh Paige, even if it had happened only once. Now, however, she watched with muted anxiety as Stella leaned over to kiss Scout. It was uncomfortable, but Arwa understood. It was the same feeling she got every time she thought of kissing a boy; it was the same feeling she had then, as she watched the bottle pass right in front of her, every time.

 

She sent a small smile in Stella’s direction, trying to reassure her. “I don’t think it’s you, yeah? You’re a great kisser.” Arwa couldn’t say from experience, but she was certain of it.

Edited by Arwa Hashmi-Andrada

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Hazel Wheeler

Hazel played with Julian’s fingers on the hand that was closest to her, suddenly less interested in the game now that she had made a fool of herself in the middle of the circle. She barely registered the kiss between Scout and Stella as she traced one of her fingers along the contours of Julian’s palm.

 

With a heavy sigh, she leaned into this embrace she’d managed to worm her way in just enough that her head could settle back against Julian’s shoulder. Stella had returned to Shiloh and a stunned Scout had his chance at the bottle. But then Hazel heard a voice she’d forgotten had even been witness to the game Hazel blinked for a moment, the word hitting her like a ton of bricks. How dare Behati! It had been one thing to make nasty comments to people she has problems with, but this... Hazel was barely grasping at an understanding of what she was feeling or how she was going to react to knowing that she liked girls probably as much as she liked boys.

 

”Behati! Please. I stuck my neck out for you long enough. If you don’t have anything nice to say, just don’t say anything at all! All these comments about others needs to stop. Your anger just keeps festering into something ugly and no one wants to see that when they’re just trying to have a good time!” Hazel had leaned forward, her chest caving as she sucked in a deep breath before continuing, “And I’m sorry that you feel this way and I’m sorry that someone hurt you so bad that you can’t even be nice to those around you, but stop taking it out on those who were supposed to be your friends.”

 

And with that declaration, she leaned back again, her head back near the crook of Julian’s neck as a few tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. Hazel had already experienced so much tonight only to find out someone she had once trusted probably hated her for it. She blinked a few more times until a tear managed to escape and she was able to wipe it away. It made her feel dirty to be looked on so harshly. Like she was branded by Behati just because she had kissed someone.

 

Hazel squeezed Julian’s hand as she sniffled. They’d all been distracted during Scout’s turn, but the bottle had spun and there was still another kiss to be had. Though she wasn’t sure how much she wanted to be here anymore.

 

@Scout Matthews is kissing @Robin Bagley.

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Aurora Andrews

A lot of kissing had happened in the time after Aurora's and she watched with interest as it went from Emmett and Julian to Dorjee to Hazel to Stella, to Scout, and now Robin. Though the redhead felt bad for the Hufflepuff boy, it was easy for the redhead to pick up his reluctance to kiss people in general but in particular females. Most people didn't react that way in typical situations when they fancied them. But her attention was more focused on the unpleasantry that was Behati, and her creating a storm of emotions in both Arwa and Hazel and there was absolutely nothing okay with upsetting girls but seeing the sadness on her babe's face was the end all.

 

"Yeah no," Aurora muttered to herself as she angled her body to quietly slip the wand out of her right boot and silenced the girl. "we get it, you have a lot of issues but can you just cool it? We're just having some fun."

 

Honestly, the redhead would have done a lot worse but she reserved herself for the ever lovely @Hazel Wheeler.

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Robin Bagley

This is fine, Robin told herself as she watched Arwa kiss first Isobel, then Aurora.  This is totally fine, she thought, her hand clenching into a fist.  I don't have any problem with this at all.  She can kiss whoever she wants, and it's all totally fine.   Even when she's quite that... tender.

 

Robin was suddenly very acutely aware of exactly how long it had been since she and Arwa had kissed.  Entirely too long.  She knew that tender touch on the nape of the neck... or had known it.  And next, Aurora.  Robin told herself that she was definitely watching this out of a dispassionate interest, and there were no emotions involved here at all.  It was just really, really interesting to see how people kissed.  That's exactly what this was.

 

Arwa and Aurora broke apart, and Robin let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding.  Okay, it was simple.  Now, she just had to sit back and wait for it to be her turn.  And once it got to her turn, she had to just kiss whoever was her lucky victim partner with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, because maybe Arwa should also understand exactly what she was missing.

 

The bottle spun, and spun again, and the room became an awkward teenage tangle of lips and tongue and occasional awkward or pointed comments.  Somehow, none of the other kissing had managed to hold Robin's interest quite as much as Arwa's spins.  She couldn't possibly think why.  When the bottle finally landed on her, she was surprised.  Scout?  Well, she thought, he'd just had to kiss Stella and by all accounts hadn't had a great time of it.  (Stella, in Robin's studied, if fond, opinion, needed to let loose a bit more sometimes.  Like with kissing Scout, clearly.)  What better opportunity was there to show just how amazing and enthusiastic a kisser she could be?  Scout would get cheered up after what sounded like rather a lackluster initial experience, everyone would understand that Robin Bagley Was A Seriously Good Kisser, and Arwa would maybe get something to think about.

 

She decided there was no point waiting, and practically leaped on Scout in a motion that could charitably be described as 'tongue first'.  Here goes nothing, she thought.

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Emmett Blaze

By now, Emmett had developed and sharpened a skill that involved ignoring Behati, so every snide remark toward him or others she made registered only as a series of familiar beeping, like his alarm clock in the morning. It was, frankly, not entirely comfortable, as the beeping was shrill, but it was better than hearing her voice. Plus, tuning-out was one of his only skills, so he treasured it dearly (bragged about it when he could). 

 

Rather than focus on Isobel, who it stung to look at, Emmett's attention shifted to Hazel, who was apparently going through a palette of emotions even broader than what Emmett was accustomed to (he knew, from their recently established friendship, that the Hufflepuff wore her emotions on her sleeves, but not to this degree). He watched as Hazel kissed Stella intensely (or did it just seem intense to him?), his gaze flickering between the two. Was there something there? Wasn't Hazel with Julian?

 

He wasn't surprised when she fell back into Julian's arms immediately after, but he still found what'd went down curious. Something he'd bring up to Isobel later. Isobel, who..

 

A stone dropped in his gut, thumped. Never mind. He wouldn't talk to her or look at her because it just made made him replay the kiss with Arwa. The kiss with Molly.

 

(Replay the Great hall, the Hospital wing). 

 

He shifted uncomfortably as the bottle continued to whirl, relieved when each spin avoided him and her.  

 

Maybe he should've looked at her. Maybe he would've read her like a mirror, seen his pain reflected back, but he didn't. He'd hear, of course, if she said anything (wouldn't be able to avoid that) but she didn't, or he didn't hear..

 

He concentrated on other things, then, like @Hazel Wheeler erupting at @Behati Gadot. A sudden warmth toward Hazel hit him like lowering into a hot tub. He'd attempted to tell her before, while they were baking a lemon cake, why he hated Behati, and she'd listened but hadn't fully understood (he didn't think), and now she did. The giddiness at her call-out was perhaps amplified by how hard he was trying not to focus on Isobel, how much he wanted to make things that weren't her his whole world. The smirk blinked on and off his face: he wanted to smirk, but couldn't keep it up.

 

"You know it's bad when the kindest person in the year doesn't approve," Emmett sneered at Bee eventually. Sure, a few years ago, Hazel had called him out as well, but alas.

 

Scout and Robin's kiss was perhaps the least interesting one yet (to Emmett, who didn't know Robin and just barely knew Scout). He glanced at Scout, anyway, out of curiosity, as Robin lunged at him. He thought the boy was likely into blokes, so half-wondered how he'd react. 

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Julian Pritchard

Julian had been so fixated on the thought that he was going to have to kiss people that he had failed to consider the possibility that Hazel was going to have to kiss people too - people who were not him.

 

It happened entirely too quickly. He didn’t actually see who the bottle was pointing at after Dorjee had spun it with Hazel’s shoulder blocking his line of sight, but her shifting away was indication enough.

 

He watched as she made her way towards the Gryffindor, fingers worrying at the hem of his robes. The last time Hazel had kissed someone else (and Julian’s gaze almost instinctively fell on Simon, lingering there for a moment) had been uncomfortable for all involved. But this was a game, so it was fine. It should be fine. But he was still probably supposed to have feelings of some sort, wasn’t he? Since she was his girlfriend? It was all very confusing.

 

And strange. The experience of watching Hazel kiss someone else was decidedly strange. For some reason, even though it had been the exception far more than the rule, Julian had expected Hazel’s kisses to be as brief as his had been. But of course she wasn’t as uncomfortable with the idea of kissing as him, and of course she was playing the game ‘the right way,’ whatever that meant. That didn’t mean it felt any less jarring, to watch it go on for what felt like a small eternity, first with Dorjee and then Stella, trying to figure out what he was feeling.

 

Then, as quick as had started, it was over. Julian was momentarily startled as Hazel didn’t simply sit next to him as she had been before, but closer. He shifted to accommodate her and out for one of her hands with his free arm, nodding before speaking quietly, “Well, that works. You’re the only person I want to kiss, really.” Even uttering words made his ears feel hot again, and he tried turning his attention back to the game.

 

As he sat there, watching the kissing go on without really seeing it, he was forced to come to the conclusion that the only feeling he could disentangle from the experience was that he wasn’t sure whether Hazel’s kisses with Dorjee and Stella had been better or worse - more or less enjoyable for her - than the one they’d shared, and even though she’d said she preferred kissing him, the thought still bothered him a little.

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Hazel Wheeler

Hazel was checked out at this point in the game. She didn’t even bother to look up from where she was tracing a pattern into the floor beneath her. The bottle rung with its next spin, and her breath caught for a moment as it stopped so close to Julian. She could barely handle any more of this. Hazel felt raw and vulnerable under the gaze of others. If she could just get out of here... But then Hazel remembered who was just on the other side of him. This should be interesting.

 

@Robin Bagley landed on @Simon Reed.

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Scout Matthews

As awful as it had been, Scout was thankful that a majority of his classmates had been distracted as Stella approached him. His reaction, while timid and insecure, was nothing short of devastating to the other who'd tried to play it off as nothing even as the small badger pulled away in a fit of pure discomfort. The guilt had taken hold of him fairly quickly, but Stella had backed away before the fourteen-year-old could issue another rambling apology.

 

Even as Scout looked up in an attempt to meet her gaze, he knew he had messed up. The damage had been done and there was no chance he would be able to recover from it. It only reinforced the idea that he shouldn't have sat down and joined the circle because it was turning out to be an absolute disaster. Unfortunately for him, the moment he had joined the group he had committed himself to the activity. At least, for a little while longer. All Scout had to do was spin the bottle and get it over with.

 

Then he could run.

 

He leaned forward, one hand braced against the cold stone floor while the other gripped at the bottle -- spinning it with a bit too much energy. If the teenager made a dramatic effort out of it, then perhaps he would get a better result. Though, with so many of his classmates participating the chances of this ending in another disaster were precariously high. The girls were seemingly having a good time with it though, if one ignored the rampant jealousy and bad attitudes afoot, so he supposed that was okay.

 

What wasn't okay was the fact that Scout had to do this again. The glass spun along the floor, slowing down until it pointed out the next participant -- the one that ruined all DND campaigns. Look, it wasn't his fault he happened to be fixated on that one issue. Whenever Robin showed up, everything went up into the air and it made it difficult for Scout to focus on anything, whether that be the game or everyone around him. He'd had half a mind to protest having to do anything with Robin, but as usual it seemed she would make the first move.

 

Just seeing her approach left Scout paralyzed with fear.

 

Scout could feel his stomach churn as Robin practically leapt at him, smooshing their... no. No. @Robin Bagley had unceremoniously shoved her tongue into his mouth. The very act had been sudden and unexpected, allowing Robin the opportunity to bypass every defense the small teenager may have had. His eyes had gone wide from the shock, his brain overloaded from a sensation that was nothing short of absolutely disgusting. He didn't appreciate it. And neither did his stomach.

 

Perhaps it was an overreaction on his part, but feeling Robin wiggling around in his mouth made him feel queasy. Like, dangerously queasy. Scout found himself able to move as an uncomfortable feeling welled up within him, practically choking between having Robin pressed against him and the bile at the back of his throat.

 

This was not happening.

 

Scout began to panic, his fingers coming up to push Robin away from him. But it was too late. He shut his mouth, lips pressed tight as he fought the feeling, but the liquid dribbled past his lips before an all-out torrent was released -- covering the front of the other's robes in the remnants of his dinner. If he'd thought kissing Robin was mortifying, vomiting on her after she'd tried to snog him had to be an absolute death sentence.

 

The fourteen-year-old watched her for a moment longer, stunned to a point where he almost hadn't realized what he'd done. Seconds ticked by before any sort of reaction could be drawn from Scout, the panic ever present in the teenager as he found himself scrabbling against the cold stone of the classroom floor and finding his feet as he bolted for the door to find the nearest washroom.

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Rosie Ferranti

Rosie, oblivious to all the drama of the other fourth years and missing any sort of invite to the cool people party, sat by herself in the Hufflepuff girls' dorm wondering where all the other fourth year girls were. 

 

She seized the chance to try on some of her sister's ( @Celeste Ferranti) clothes, which she had made a lifetime out of stealing whenever she could, despite being at least three dress sizes bigger and completely devoid of any sort of fashion sense whatsoever. Alone and unbothered, Rosie checked herself out in the mirror.

 

(don't mind me, just explaining rosie's non-attendance ❤️ )

 

 

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Robin Bagley

Well, thought Robin as the arc of Scout's bile sprayed over her, that didn't quite go to plan.

 

In retrospect, she thought that Stella had probably got off easily with Scout backing away.  Why, she thought, why would you play spin the bottle anyway if you were clearly feeling unwell after the end of term feast?

 

After all, she reassured herself, sitting somewhat shellshocked as Scout's vomit dripped off of her, it couldn't be anything to do with her.  Arwa - who, it was true, made up 100% of her prior kissing experience - had never had any complaints, or if she had, had certainly never expressed them with quite so much gastrointestinal panache.

 

But still, Robin was nothing if not a stickler for rules (except in dire circumstances, like if she got bored, or happened not to like the rule in question), so when the bottle landed on Simon, she knew that for everyone's sake she had to keep going.  She couldn't say she was thrilled at the concept of kissing him - she had, after all, led a revolution a few years ago against the concept of having to find Simon attractive - but she hosed herself down with a generous casting of Aguamenti, took a deep breath, and turned towards him, profferring puckered lips.  At this point, really, what was the worst that could happen?

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Speak of the devil and summon him.

 

Normally such a moniker would be inappropriate for the tiny Slytherin third year. Mischievous occasionally, sure, a little selfish and a touch competitive, no doubt. But as far as Slytherins went, when compared with the likes of certain peers, Radueriel Benson was downright angelic. But he didn't feel especially warm and fuzzy right now. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had spoken a word aloud. Had it been that night? Had he spoken to Dax? He honestly couldn't remember.

 

Dark circles had formed beneath Rad's eyes, as solid as carved marble and as creased as freshly-ironed trousers. He probably smelled something awful, as it had likely been weeks since he'd bathed. And Simon Reed just wouldn't take a bloody hint.

 

Rad almost considered shattering the two-way mirror he'd bought for them in the aftermath of November. Maybe then Simon would realize that he well and truly did not want to see him. How could he want that, when the Ravenclaw would see in an instant the state he was in, would want to know why, would ask all sorts of questions that Radueriel couldn't and wouldn't answer? But his boyfriend was persistent, and that mirror was his only lifeline, so he couldn't just destroy it.

 

Which was a good thing, all things considered, because without it there would have been no way for Simon to invite him to a game of Spin the Bottle on the night before the Hogwarts Express returned to London.

 

He hadn't really anticipated going, because going to anything would get in the way of his plans to lie in bed with eyes closed and pretend he was asleep. Rad had been at this for days, and even though he was still no closer to sleeping, thanks to the howls that wouldn't leave his ears, he had almost convinced himself that he was actually dozing. But then the image of Simon kissing somebody, anybody who wasn't him began to plague him. Hadn't Simon and Aurora broken up because of some similar indiscretion?

 

Apparently Rad was a jealous little beastie, and this was enough to break him free from the grasp of ennui. 

 

So he went, and showed up, as though summoned by Simon's wish for him to be there, as though his gargoyle countenance was that of the devil himself, brought into being by incantation and pentagram. He must have just missed @Scout Matthews, for the classroom door had barely settled by the moment he stood before it.

 

The door clanged open before him, revealing a collection of fourth years already heartily involved in the game. And there was Simon. And there was the bottle, pointing at him. And there, yes, there, was he leaning in to kiss @Robin Bagley (who was, he noted, soaking wet for some indiscernible reason). Though Rad's heart leapt up to his throat, as does an astronaut on the moon toward Earth, his eyebrows barely lifted in imperceptible recognition of what he saw. "Boyfriend," he intoned, loud but emotionless, and he crossed the room to where Simon sat.

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Celeste Ferranti

Celeste had been paying attention to the game up until @Aurora Andrews was picked by someone else to be kissed and when Rory spun the bottle and it didn't end up on her. It wasn't like she was obvious about maybe totally being attracted to the redhead, but ... well, she had hoped the universe would give her this one at least. 

 

But it didn't and Celeste had to keep herself together as she watched her best friend kiss other people and trying not to scream or storm off and absolutely not paying attention to anything else that was happening because that alone took all of her focus. She was going to be a good, supportive best friend, dammit. It was fine, really.  

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Simon Reed

He thought he’d been doing a good job of not drawing attention to himself. Legs crossed, head held up by his arms that anchored into the sides of his knees, uncharacteristically withdrawn after his bout of laughter having had quite the field day witnessing his roommates kiss. ‘If you could even call it a kiss’. It had been pretty anticlimactic but a great visual palate cleanser after having to watch his best friend snog somebody else who wasn’t him. He couldn’t deny that he was having a really hard time keeping the image of Rory kissing Emmett out of his head, though it only served as a distraction to what truly plagued him.

 

Rad, or the lack of Radueriel Beson. He’d been unexplainably MIA for a whole entire week. Why wasn’t he answering his mirror? Why was he dodging his owls? Why wasn’t he here? It hurt him to think that after six months together the teen wouldn’t just talk to him. Had Simon done something wrong to have made Rad feel like he needed to revert back to hiding? He couldn’t stand the silence. His melodramatic self knew It was silly to think that their relationship would have survived once they had left Hogwarts for good, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t hoped that it would last for a very long time. They were good together, ok?

 

‘We were good together…’ he thought glumly. ‘Past tense.’ he reminded himself.

 

Thankfully he wasn’t alone. He looked on as his classmates kissed one another, letting his thoughts drift away in a different direction. What would it be like to kiss those he hadn’t yet? Would he ever get the chance? Should he even be thinking about this right now? Kissing somebody who wasn’t Rad? It would feel wrong to do so. More so than it had with the whole Hazel/Aurora debacle. Everything felt wrong, and it had long before Stella had to kiss Scout. He looked at his freckled faced friend and thought back to the time Stella had confessed that she had fancied him at some point. Weird to think that he could have had a chance with Stella, but of course that ship had sailed right in front of his eyes and crashed without him even noticing.

 

But, he was noticing now. He noticed the wild-eyed look Scout sported when Stella mentioned this would be her first kiss with a boy. A sort of out of place panicked energy seemed to emanate from the badger, filling the room with uncomfortable silence. The act itself was short and otherwise harmless but the Hufflepuff pulled away looking positively stricken. Poor Stella looked as though she was about to cry. Was he supposed to do something? It seemed as though they should have stopped the game right there and then, but the badger gave no time for recovery and bravely spun again.

 

Well, now he couldn’t do anything now except glance between Stella, Scout and the whirling bottle… and Robin?

 

The one person who could make any situation worse by their mere presence (aside from Behati that is), and she sat with the bottle’s nose pointing straight at her. Robin. He couldn’t let Scout go through with this. He’d be a bad friend for letting it happen, but what could he do? He tried sneakily garner his attention, trying to convey a look that said something along the lines of ‘SAY NO, IT’S OKAY TO SAY NO.’

 

Alas, the Gryffindor was fast. Like a dog chasing a cat, it’s tongue wagging out of its mouth and ready to subject anything and anyone to an unwanted licking. A tongue bath. There was no other description as he watched his mate literally drown in her saliva, and if it had been him… he would have definitely been gagging. This was not a kiss, this was an attack.

 

He could not blame Scout for regurgitating his supper all over Robin, he was more impressed that he had gone through with it at all. Everything in his body was screaming at him to chase after his friend to make sure that he was okay, but the familiar sound of the bottle rolling kept him rooted in his spot. He stared in horror as the scene before him played out in super slo-mo, the bottle taking its sweet time choosing Robin’s next victim.

 

‘No. Just. No. Nonononononononono.’

 

After successfully dodging the bottle all night, it had finally decided that his peaceful watch was over and it was time that he participate, but unlike Scout, Simon did not have the cojones to go through with kissing Robin Bagley. Not in a million years. Not if she was the last girl in the world and he was the unluckiest ####### who ended up in her company. Over. His. Dead. Body.

 

‘No.’ His head rationally repeated, but his rejection got caught in his throat when he heard him.

 

The Slytherin’s usual softer tone sounded completely hollow as it carried into the room from the doorway. He honestly wouldn’t have recognized it had it not been for the words spoken, his favorite endearment, Boyfriend.

 

“Rad?” he turned, side-stepping away from Robin’s trajectory as quickly as possible  to confirm what he already knew. His Lord and Saviour Raduriel Benson was here! He’d come to his rescue though he hardly looked the part of a shining white knight, didn’t matter though he’d still snog him over Robin any day of the flacking week no matter how greasy his hair looked. What are the odds that he’d come barging in at the most opportune moment? You have to admit, his boy had impeccable timing, though they would probably have to have a talk about personal hygiene and where he had been for the past few days.

 

Simon watched as Rad’s small frame ambled forward until he was just within reach, skin slightly pallid and eyes sunken in, completely unamused with the situation--but he was present. “You’re here.” he breathed, a small smile appearing as he dipped his head to rest it against Rad’s, noses grazing lightly as the inevitable happened. As soon as their lips had softly slotted together  it was as if the last week hadn’t happened at all. Every movement and breath erasing every worry and insecurity momentarily as they clung to each other until they had to surface for air.

 

With a goofy grin and without looking elsewhere but at his boyfriend he lamely apologized for stalling the game. “S-sorry… Erm, Robs why don’t you spin again?” he tossed the suggestion out as he wrapped protectively wrapped his arm around Rad’s waist and began pulling him away. “We’re just gonna head out…see you lot tomorrow!” Or not. Because he planned to spend as much time with Rad as possible before summer kept them from each other.

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Hazel Wheeler

Hazel’s stomach felt like it was full of stones. She was sinking beneath the waves of her own emotions, choking on insecurities and managing to just force her head above the current long enough to catch glimpses at reality. Everything seemed to be moving in a haze, between Scout’s retching and Robin’s comeback to get to Simon, Hazel found herself losing interest at a faster rate than before. Nothing, not even her ex-boyfriend turned friend, seemed to interest her. That is - except for the warm embrace that was slid around her back. Even if she felt like she was being judged and shamed for the things she’d done, it was nice to know that Julian was still there and that they would leave soon to go be together.

 

But then Rad showed up. With a lazy drawl of ‘Boyfriend’ Hazel glanced up at someone she was sure she wouldn’t see again. The weight in her stomach lifted like it did that night just outside the Hospital Wing... But this time... Hazel pushed herself off of Julian’s chest and sat in a more upright position. She scanned him - spotting the bags under his eyes and the overall tiredness that seemed to have him in a chokehold.

 

”Rad,” she breathed out his name, concern dripping from it like honey from a spoon, “Rad. Are you okay?”

 

And even if Simon was ready to leave and the game was still going on, Hazel had to ask. She had to see just like he had for her. Mutual saving graces. To look out for one another.

 

She turned back to Julian as the bottle started moving again, “I also think I’m ready to go. Do you mind if we head out?” 

 

The Hufflepuff got up from where she sat and grabbed a scarf she had left lying on the abandoned desk. She squeezed Rad’s hand as she passed and waved at the group still in the circle. Maybe a nice moonlit stroll with Julian was all she needed. If he wanted to follow that is. She’d wait for him against the cool brick outside the door. Being in this room made her feel sick.

 

(I will now be posting as the bottle for spins because Hazel has left the room).

 

Also @Robin Bagley is kissing @Alyssa Hoofer.

Edited by Hazel Wheeler

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Robin Bagley

Not kissing Simon was, to be honest, a little bit of a relief.  People had fought and died - Robin thought, her memory was a bit fuzzy - for their right not to kiss Simon.  After all... what would Arwa think?

She flushed furiously as she thought of Arwa, and determinedly looked at who was next.  @Alyssa Hoofer?  Sure, she'd kiss her.  Perhaps she'd been coming on a little overenthusiastically: she made eye contact with Alyssa and made a comparatively demure lunge at her.  She was pretty sure she'd got all of Scout's vomit off her.  All the chunks, at least.

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Alyssa Hoofer

Alyssa had been watching everyone kiss, and wondering when it would finally be her turn. This game was proving to be interesting, if not a bit dramatic and gross when Scout threw up. Alyssa was beginning to feel as if the bottle was never going to land on her. Perhaps that would be a good thing She wouldn't have to go through the awkwardness of kissing someone who might not want to kiss her. She watched as Simon refused to kiss Robin, and then took off with Rad. 

 

She was about to suggest maybe they call it a game when the bottle was spun again, and the next thing she knew, it was pointing at her. Before she could even think about the fact that she'd be kissing another girl, Robin had lunged at her. Alyssa kissed her, more out of shock than anything, trying not to think about the fact that Scout had thrown up all over Robin. It wasn't... too bad, she decided. Nothing like the kiss with @Dorjee Shire Sherpa, but then again, he'd passed out afterward. She hoped something like that wouldn't ever happen again.

 

At the moment, she was still too shocked to really know for sure if she liked kissing a girl, but she couldn't help but admire Robin's boldness. Perhaps the other girl didn't want to be rejected by Alyssa as well.

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