Dorian Montoir

September 29, 2020 7:57 AM
Dorian checked over the set up in MARS wondering yet again if this was a good idea. It possibly wasn’t. He was possibly about to make several mistakes and end his time here on something going horribly wrong. Except he didn’t really think so. He was pretty sure he was right about all the things he’d planned to say, and that they bore out the fact that this was a good idea - so long as people showed up. Surely they’d show up? He had sent brief, informal invites to everyone in seventh year, suggesting they got together to celebrate the end of exams, and who didn’t want to do that?

He was trying to think of it just as the end of exams. Nothing else.

He hoped the music room would be a suitable venue. He had toyed with the games room. Games were theoretically fun, and people liked them, but it wasn’t exactly his forte. Ditto a pool party. Because liking each other was one thing, but being comfortable seeing each other in swimwear was another. Plus he wasn’t sure how Gary or Parker would feel being around someone like him whilst not wearing much. So, music it was. The room was a strange echo of where he had spent his early days at the school, but now expanded with enough comfy seats for everyone in their year, along with a record player and a huge variety of music, both muggle and magical. Those spoke to some pretty big changes that had occurred throughout the years.

He had arranged for drinks and nibbles, and these were set out on the coffee table. It was pretty informal, as his concept of a party went, but that felt nice. He’d learnt to… maybe not exactly go with the flow, but he had never liked things too stiff and society anyway - a nice, relaxed evening sounded like the perfect way to unwind after their exams. Assuming people showed up. Which they began to. He smiled, and greeted them, inviting them to choose records, help themselves to nibbles, and to let him know if anything was missing. Once it felt like everyone was there and mingling, he tapped a glass to call their attention, feeling somewhat self-conscious as he did so, but - much as with throwing the party itself - like he would regret it more if he didn’t see this out with something to mark the occasion.

“Thank you all for coming. And thank you for the last seven years. I really think our yeargroup is special. I won’t claim that I know all of you very well,” he stated, with a slightly apologetic look towards Jasmine and Peyton, “But I like you all. And, unless I really missed some things, I think that’s fairly true between all of us,” that was the point he was most nervous about. It was entirely possible that he had been so caught up in his own little bubble of drama that he had missed other people’s. He had failed to notice his own roommate being in love with him, which did raise concerns about his observation skills, but he had to think that was because it had been well hidden, and because it was a bit of an unexpected situation. “I think that’s special.

“A couple of years ago, I thought I would be lucky if I got even accepted by about half the people I knew. I have had so much more than that,” he stated, his hand lingering slightly on the head boy badge on his chest. It wasn’t something he wanted to make a huge deal of, seeing as he’d beaten several of the people standing in the room to get it. But he knew some of them had voted for him anyway, and he found himself looking gratefully at Parker. “So, if you’re only hoping for things to be alright, I think you are aiming too low. I hope you all go out and get more than you think you deserve from life. I hope you all get the things your best friends would wish for you. And I hope I get to hear from you, and to find out what those things are,” he said, wondering how many of the people here would take him up on that.

“So, let’s spend this time together. And I think they can still give us detention, and I am still head boy until we get on the wagons, so don’t explode the place. But here’s to all of us,” he said, lifting a glass of sparkling apple juice to the graduating class of SA35. He let the party resume. They could mingle, they could talk. They could say good- good times had been had whilst they were together.
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