halfbloodhill | third complaint ♔ IM

Right, then!

[ Arthur claps his hands together, addressing the other campers with a charming smile and a pleasant tone. Things have been rough for them all lately - certain siblings more than other (Lydia) - and it's the responsibility of those who can to help lift the spirits of the rest. Charisma and delight is what Aphrodite's children do best, supposedly. ]

Since we all have our memories back - and everyone's returned from the school trip to Egypt - I'd like to propose a little get-together of sorts next Wednesday night.

[ He tucks a lock of blonde hair back behind his ear. ]

Music, nibbles, non-alcoholic drinks ... that sort of thing. I've already enquired and there shouldn't be a problem if we have a chaperone.

[ He waves a hand in a vague gesture - a nymph or a satyr, no trouble at all, right? Besides, they're likely to enjoy the evening as much as the guests. ]

The only catch is that there's a theme: everyone's to wear all-in-one pyjamas. It seems a little too tongue-in-cheek to go toga, after all.

[ His smile flickers into a smirk for just a moment. Oh, Arthur thinks he's so funny. ]

To my brothers and sisters, no excuses. Everyone else, let me know what you think.

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[Let me know what you think why. Why would you say that when you know Merlin will.]

I think you're mad.

[What. What what.]

All-in-one PJs? Like... the really dorky ones with the little feet that zip up?

Oh!

[ it takes Margaery a second to stop giggling. The thought of everyone in onesies is pretty amusing. ]

It sounds fun! Count me in. Not that I think I had much of a choice to begin with.

[ Their cabin's participation went without saying, didn't it? ]

What if we don't have those? I don't think I've worn one since I was four.

[He's really trying to be less bitter about Aphrodite Cabin's commitment to partying constantly, but it's hard.]

Bro, you know I'm with ya, but I don't think everyone owns footie pajamas. I don't. [Don't offer to loan him some either, you're like twice Noah's size.] I mean, unless you want me to borrow a nightgown from Lydia or someone, which I totally would. [He doesn't actually know if Lydia wears nightgowns, but he's sure one of their sisters does.]

Uh, I don't mind helpin' with the snacks, but ain't no way I'm gettin' into a onesie. I gave them up with diapers.

Provided said Onesie is not hooded and does not contain a trap door, well, there have been worse excuses for parties, haven't there?

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