W I L D

Surprisingly with how wild Harper was, nightclubs were not one-hundred percent her thing. Of course she'd gone when she was a touch younger, dragging her best mate along, but she had done it simply because she wasn't legal yet. However at 17, Harper was plenty legal and most of the fun had been taken out of it for her. To be completely true, Harper preferred things like underground raves, things that could only travel by word of mouth and were gone just as quick they came. The Gryffindor was flexible though, especially when there was alcohol and when she had heard of a new club in London called 'Heaven' she was intrigued. Even more so when she heard it was in an old tunnel system beneath old railway tracks.

But of course, Harper would never go alone. No not when she had her best mate like Bryce Crispy, affectionately called so, who never in ten plus years of friendship ever let Harper down. So of course there were rapid text messages the moment Harper found out about club Heaven, and many pleas of her company to said establishment. Bryce, true and loyal as she has always been agreed and that was why Harper, giddy with excitement and smoke rimmed eyes was on her way to pick up her sweet Bryce and steal her away.

Standing outside Bryce's apartment building, Harper rung the buzzer that had been labeled with her friend's apartment number, waiting for any of the three woman inhabiting said apartment to let her in. As she waited, Harper tugged at the skirt of her tight leather tube dress. The summer night was surprisingly chilly, and so she pulled her leather jacket a little tighter around herself. However the triangular mesh cut outs dancing around the young witch's waist were doing nothing to fight off the cold. Finally the door emitted an electrical sounding buzz and unlocked. Gleefully, Harper went in, slightly tripping over the point heel of her red pumps. 

Harper, too excited to wait for the elevator took the stairs and was at Bryce's door knocking and out of breath. Hair, she had spent hours curling and perfecting was now tousled and messy, but Harper's hair had always been as such. She lacked Bryce's patience and talent.

"Yes, have you licked it up? Looks wicked." Harper answered Bryce over shoulder while simultaneously hugging Amy and her wife. She then looked at the two older woman, clasped a singlecheek of either's and sighed.

"You precious angels keep me young." Harper said as if she were the older one before smiling and kissing both her second moms on the cheek. The brunet then turned away, her smile only growing as she moved over towards Bryce, linking arms with her best mate.

"I promise to have her home by eleven Mrs. Silvereye. Scout's honor!" Harper swore, putting two fingers to her head, though she was not at all sure whether or not herself and Bryce, crispy would even be dancing by eleven, never mind home. 

Pulling Bryce out into the night and bidding adeus, Harper couldn't help but laugh once they were out of the apartment. This was the first time her and Bryce had really taken a night out to party this summer and gosh did Harper need it. Kaiden had been up her ass it work, which was a real bummer, leaving Harper in desperate need of some fun, and who better to tear up the town with than her best mate.

"I can't wait to dance!" Exclaimed Harper, heading in the direction of the bus stop. They were going to have to take the bus to Sutton, but from their, they should be able to walk the few short blocks to club Heaven.

"How many victims do you intend to take tonight, Bryce-Crispy?" Inquired Harper slyly with a raised eyebrow, "Because you look simply killer in that dress."

"Sounds good" Said Harper with a laugh before dramatically performing Bryce Crispy's interpretation of a wink. It couldn't be called a wink directly because it just wasn't. It looked like there was some sort of miscommunication between her brain and the muscle around her eyes that made it wink. Harper only loved her more for it though, and Harper wasn't one to talk about weird quirks, Harper was plenty weird and Bryce had many plenty of embarrassing stories of Harper to tease the girl with. For instance when Harper was eight, she mastered chopsticks and got into this bend of using chopsticks on every sort of pasta, even with spaghetti and chicken noodle soup. 

Waiting at the bus top, Harper took out a stick of gum and offered one to Bryce. Many mouths were getting snogged tonight if Harper had anything to say about it. Including Bryce Crispy's, although it would not likely be Harper. Truly though that depended on how smashed they got.

Although Harper had heard about one hell of a duel between Bryce and a certain Weasley before the end of school. He wasn't her type according the conversation they had not so long ago, but who knew, he was good looking. Bryce wasn't like Harper to the extent that she always had her eyes on someone, but that only made it more exciting to Harper when even there was some interesting boy in Bryce's life, and Fred Weasley was definitely interesting. At the busstop as boy that was clearly not, but vaguely similar to Fred joined them in wait for the bus. Discreetly, Harper nudged Bryce her her elbow, looked to the boy out of the corner of her eye then back at Bryce. Harper's animated face was posed with raised eyebrows in a silent question; think he's cute?