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Avie loved a good party, ever since arriving at the doors of Hogwarts, it had been clear that Avie loved a party, and the few parties the school held with Halloween and the Yuleball in his mind would be sorely missed once thrust out into the normal world, after all his basis for adults were his aunt and uncle and they did not party. So, this in his mind was his last school function, forgetting that Avie was definitely going to have a celebration of some kind for his eighteenth birthday, given that for once his actual birthday was happening, he didn't quite understand the notion of a leap year or why, but all he did know was that only every four years did his birthday actually appear on a calendar. The childlike seventh year came bouncing into the hall, dressed more formally than he usually was, clothes that he didn't think suited him, since rather than making him look young like he usually did, they made him appear his age and they felt tight and stuffy, given that the shirt was a couple of years old, and Avie given his swimming and quidditch had grown quite a bit since he'd first had the then oversized shirt.
As was normal for the prefect, he had his camera around his neck and intended to take as many pictures as he possibly could, he wanted nothing more than to have two copies of all of the pictures, one for the yearbook and ones for himself. Avie was sentimental, and he wanted nothing more than to remember this place, and since he was alone at this ball the more pictures he took the more he was seemingly surrounded by others. The teen excitedly scanned the hall, looking for Lucien, or Esme, spotting neither, he couldn't also spot Jean or Marcel, Mason or any of his friends. Not even the younger Charlotte, but he wasn't bothered by this assuming all would have dates and be disgust with them, in the kissing and touching that he thought was vomit worthy. The teen therefore stopped as he came to a food filled table and with one hand on the camera around his neck he used his other to pick up random bits of sweets and stuffing them in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks to fit more in, but obviously then having difficulty in chewing, but to Avie it didn't matter, because it was a party, and it would be all in the name of fun.
As was normal for the prefect, he had his camera around his neck and intended to take as many pictures as he possibly could, he wanted nothing more than to have two copies of all of the pictures, one for the yearbook and ones for himself. Avie was sentimental, and he wanted nothing more than to remember this place, and since he was alone at this ball the more pictures he took the more he was seemingly surrounded by others. The teen excitedly scanned the hall, looking for Lucien, or Esme, spotting neither, he couldn't also spot Jean or Marcel, Mason or any of his friends. Not even the younger Charlotte, but he wasn't bothered by this assuming all would have dates and be disgust with them, in the kissing and touching that he thought was vomit worthy. The teen therefore stopped as he came to a food filled table and with one hand on the camera around his neck he used his other to pick up random bits of sweets and stuffing them in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks to fit more in, but obviously then having difficulty in chewing, but to Avie it didn't matter, because it was a party, and it would be all in the name of fun.