Hey Biter, get out of your coffin and get to my room in 5 minutes. It’s dare-collecting time, plus I need revenge for that rough table play we had.
(p.s.: Wear something sexy underneath)
Auri had managed about five hours of sleep before the nightmare took over yet again, but it was getting steadily longer. Apparently, Slytherin had tied a sensation of constant fear into the nightmare, despite the fact that Stanley had become a constant presence at her side, behind people she disagreed with…it had made dealing with Owen the one time she hadn’t been able to escape that much easier.
She didn’t bother to send an owl back, because the way she figured it, she’d been invited. She didn’t really own ‘sexy’ clothing, though, and that frustrated her for a minute longer than her usual clothing selection did, before she tossed on a loose jacket and jeans, her usual clothing (what had Charlie said? Living in the 90s?) choice far from glamorous. She waved to Peter as she passed him, but otherwise ignored everyone, still giving her strange looks in the aftermath of her ‘tantrum’. “Oi, Liu, I don’t sleep in a coffin; I sleep in a purple mausoleum.”