Gotcha on the Run

They had sneaked out under the invisibility cloak, used the passage that would lead them to Honey Dukes, and from then they were in Hogsmeade. Al lead Scor towards an alley, even though it wasn't really necessary, it was dark outside and after eleven, nobody was there anyway. But, the surrounding walls of the dark alley gave some security as they took of the cloak. "It's nearly getting to small for us both, I kept thinking someone would see my feet," Al said in a low voice. Every time Scor had straightened out his neck, the cloak had lifted off Al's feet, as the dark haired boy was smaller than his companion. Luckily, nobody had seen his feet, and they had reached Hogsmeade without too much trouble. They were Slytherins, they were supposed to be good at sneaking around.

Al placed the invisibility cloak into his black messenger back which he put on the ground, and placed a concealing charm on it. He'd find it again when they would return, and he didn't want to risk bringing it to their destination. The chance of it getting lost or stolen was much too high. Al decided that it would be safer here.

"I should've never let you convince me to wear these trousers," Al said in a huff, having difficulty to move properly because they were so tight. He had to admit though, they did look good on him. "How are you expecting me to dance if I can't even walk like a normal person," he whined, walking closer, exaggerating the fact he was slightly unable to bend his legs like a normal person. He draped his arms around Scor's neck and grinned. "Ready to go?" he asked, waiting for a confirmation before apparating them away.

Scorpius' hands shot to his hair, patting at it as the cloak disappeared, always worried that it would mess up his hair; he did not suit the 'messy hair' look. He streched to his full height, pleased that he didn't have to slouch about anymore to attempt to hide their feet. "Perhaps I should shrink to be as small as you, hmm?" he teased lightly, ruffling the dark hair playfully with a smirk, making sure not to ruin it. He didn't want to be wandering around with someone who didn't know how to look appropriate.

He watched Al hide the bag, glancing around slightly nervously, unsure about their plans. While he was certainly happy to entertain the thought, and found the idea almost thrilling, he was worried about it now they were here, and all the different things that might go wrong. He forced a brave face however, one look at his companion and finding himself more than happy to be accompanying him.

"No one ever said anything about dancing, Al," he said, stepping closer to the dark haired boy. "I'd much rather just watch you walk. They're rather stunning on you." Scorpius had to roll his eyes at the exaggerated movements however, knowing he should've prepared himself for complaints when he picked them out. Placing his arms on the slim waist, he nodded in answer, waiting anxiously for the apparation.

Al felt the familiar tug behind his navel as they apparated away. He had listened closely to Vincent closely, as the muggle-born wizard had explained him where the nightclub was. It was a muggle club, especially for gay couples. Al couldn't say that he wasn't nervous about going, because he was. But it was quite thrilling as well. He didn't know how Vincent got the idea that he was interested in these kind of things, he hadn't actually talked that often to the boy before. But last week he had spend a few hours with him in the Student Commons, while Scor had been busy. They had a quite interesting conversation and Al learned about the Glass Spider. He had pondered it, and then decided that he wanted to go there. Even if it was just one time.

They apparated into a dark alley that was about two minutes away from their destination. Al grasped Scor's hand and linked their fingers together, knowing nobody would notice in the dark. They didn't have to walk longer than two minutes, as he had been told. There wasn't a very long line of people, so they didn't have to wait in the cold for long.

When they were inside, Al made sure to stick close to Scor, leaning into the blond's ear before even taking the time to look around. "Remember, no magic," he whispered, lips ghosting over the shell.

Scorpius followed Al obediently, not asking any questions, only knowing that they were going to some muggle club. The boy probably mentioned more about it before while Scorpius wasn't paying complete attention, but he couldn't exactly admit that he wasn't listening to him at the time. They arrived outside a building with its name printed along the windows of the building and in metal letters above the door. Scorpius was eternally thankful to get out of the cold and into the warmth. While there wasn't many people outside, there seemed to be a rather large number of people inside.

"Right, no magic, like you haven't told me a hundred times already," he joked, wrapping an arm around Al's shoulder to keep him close. He didn't want to lose the smaller boy in the sea of people. So many people.

Inside there was a lot of wood. There were wooden pillars that seemed less for support and more as an excuse to put wooden shelves round them for people to rest drinks on. There were steps that lead down to what he guessed was space reserved for dancing, as it was seemingly the only floor that wasn't wooden, and encompased a DJ booth, which was playing music that was slightly too loud considering how bad it was. Scorpius put on a brave face however and urshered Al towards the bar which was surrounded by people, squeezing into a spot to get to the front quicker. Everyone else seemed to be doing it.

"You have the money, right?" he asked Al, pulling the boy against him to talk in his ear. Whispering wasn't really appropriate with the amount of noise. "And everything else we need?"

"Just making sure it made its way into that thick skull of yours," Al chuckled, tapping Scor's head with two fingers. He smiled happily as Scor's arm made its way around his shoulder, he wrapped his own around Scor's waist, to make sure that they wouldn't get seperated. He'd never be able to find him again, seeing as most people here were taller than he was. Unless he climbed on a table, and he was afraid that gesture might give off some of the wrong vibes.

The club mostly was like Vincent had desribed it to be, though there were a lot more people than Al had intentionally thought there would be. Scor seemed to head for the bar, and Al followed him, making himself as small as possible as the blond manouvred them into a small spot near the bar itself. Al wasn't very keen on waiting, so he didn't mind the angry glances from some people around them. Al felt Scor's breath ghost over his ear and he nodded, reaching for the money that was in his pocket. He had to move his legs slightly awkwardly to get it out, because his hand got stuck in the tight pocket. He pushed it into Scor's hand and shook his head. "You go get the drinks, you look older," he spoke into the boy's ear.

"Get two beer," he said quickly, before Scor decided to order something like firewhiskey. He didn't know how much the other boy actually knew about the muggle world.