She Hates You Britney So You Better Run [Open]

[Kitiara Tuck]

Kit growled at the house elves crowding around her as she entered the kitchen, causing the short creatures to scatter out of sight, she knew exactly what she wanted, and where it was too. Stalking over to the meat store, the werewolf grinned and sank her teeth into a steak that dripped with blood. Rare? Bugger that, Kit wanted the meat RAW.

Tearing into her third steak, the werewolf growled s she heard approaching footsteps, why did people always have to disturb her meal times? Golden eyes looked towards the portrait hole while her fangs were still embedded into the socially acceptable cow meat. Dumb people panicking when ever one of their own got eaten, wasn't as if some of the scrawny gits didn't need eating.

One clawed hand keeping a good grip on Kit's food whilst she tore a chunk off to chew, she contemplated what idiot would come down to the kitchens at this time of night, apparently everyone knew that Hogwarts wasn't safe anymore after dark. Morons, the lot of em. If they let the vampires and werewolves eat the Death Eaters, there'd be a lot less conflict around, and no one would need dementors or what ever guarded Azkaban now.

[Billie Joe Bryant]

As she entered the kitchen, Billie Joe was absolutely beaming with delight. In fact. She had to clap her hands together to make things even more cliche.
Even though she smelt the mongrel her friend, Billie still had to skip over to a house elf.

"Alert your co-workers, my dear elf, that come new year. There is going to be a party in the great hall. And oh it's going to be amazing! Everyone. Together. A war free, peaceful zone. We'll need food. Lots of food. And. Lots of drink. Adrienne Dagner has said no alcohol. But I'm telling you different. Put some in. But leave at least one bowl without. I'm carrying a child, remember?" She grinned, forgetting about her teeth. The house elf stared for a moment and nodded, before running off to give out orders.

Turning on her heel, Billie pounced herself into a hug on Kit. "Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitty! You're coming to the party aren't you? I'm planning it!"
It was more of a statement than a question. Kit was coming to the party whether she liked it or not. And part of her should know that.

[Kitiara Tuck]

Not again, were these hugs absolutely needed? What about the lovely, bloody steak? How could Kit eat something that smelt like that? Ugh. Swallowing the meat in her mouth, she looked at the few mouthfuls worth of steak left, mentally preparing herself to eat something smelling slightly of rotting corpse before carrying on. "Dude, please, stop calling me Kitty, seriously. Anyway, do I have to come? No one wants me there, plus, what if it's a full moon?" The werewolf protested half heartedly, she knew New Years Eve wasn't actually that long after a new moon, but still she need excuse, most of Hogwarts seemed to hate her now for some reason, probably cos they found out about her wolfish side.

[Billie Joe Bryant]

An evil sneer spread Billie's lips. It wasn't her usual sneer. A surprisingly playful one. To anyone that may have been sane for the past year, this would be worrying. But not Kit. Well. Not Kit anymore, the memory loss had ensured that.
"Sorry about your steak there, love. I'll cut down on the nickname. I promise." Whilst saying this, the Vampire's fingers were crossed. And she made no attempt to hide this.

There was no way that the werewolf was going to wrangle out of this one. When Billie had planned it. She had planned every little detail.
"Full moon was the 27th Kit. Don't even try to get out of this." She snapped, lovingly of course. "No one has a problem with you. Only Alexis does. And I'll eat her if she tries to cause unnecessary drama. And If you try to say you've got nothing to wear, then don't, because I'll make you wear something of mine. And I warn you. My wardrobe is short and revealing."

[Kitiara Tuck]

"And what if I haven't got anything partyish, would you really make me wear something odd like that?" Kit asked, pulling off the sweet innocent angel act perfectly, well, apart from the blood from the steak that was still dripping off her chin. Besides, she hated people noticing her bite wound, and now with all these new scars, Kit preferred to be as covered up as possible, so no one saw any of it, if she did have to go, a hoodie and a pair of jeans would do with another bandanna around her neck. Pretty much what she was currently wearing anyway. "Well, that's not the impression I'm getting, it's like, no one is happy about me being around." The Gryffindor grumbled, scratching her shoulder uncomfortably.

[Billie Joe Bryant]

"Then I'm sure we can find something partyish and not odd in my wardrobe. Alice has bought me more than enough stuff to last me and a million other people enough parties for a lifetime. There's plenty of variety." Billie replied with a sigh.
Her eyes flickered to a house elf that was preparing the punch "Where's the vodka?! Put some Vodka in that! That's the second alcohol-less bowl you've done. There's only one that should be vodka free!"
The house elf did exactly as he was told. House elves generally weren't smart, but this one wasn't stupid or suicidal.

Billie wanted the blood on her friends chin by now, so she just let Kit know that by giving annoyed glances at her chin. It roughly translated into; 'Get that blood off of your chin before I inadvertently rip your jaw off in the process of trying to get to it because I haven't hunted for a few days...My dear friend.'

For a split of a second, Billie's eye fell to the ground.
"Well. You were pretty hostile. And when you weren't being hostile. You were hallucinating. A lot. It usually involved giant Kiwi's or giant toast. or something like that. I dunno." She frowned to herself, "Anyway, this is your comeback then. New year. New you. I mean it. This party is going to be ace!"