-- Follow-up to the Dinner Party -- -- Philip Chancelier // The Chancelier House -- -- Ickle Razzy's Pajama-Llamas -- -- 10:00PM, after the dinner --

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If it had been earlier... Much earlier, perhaps eight o' clock, Razzy would have been walking into his house and running into his parents. Normally, this wouldn't faze Razzy much. They would ignore him and he would drift right past them and go straight upstairs to his room. But his parents were dead asleep by now. Completely and utterly dead asleep. They were like children... They went to bed early as if they had a curfew. Razzy refrained from calling them old because they hardly looked old to him. Especially not his mother. But Razzy would never compliment their youthfulness. The boy hardly spoke to them nowadays. They hardly even knew about his bisexual tendencies.

Which was why Razzy was so glad they were asleep when he got home. Tagging along with him (to escape from his equally awful family, no doubt) was Erin Harper. Not only did Razzy never have friends over, let alone around his family, he had never had a boy he fancied join him in an unplanned sleepover. Sure, there was the time he spent an hour or two on the floor of his parent's bathroom with his older brother's best friend. But that was different. Much, much different. Erin actually meant something to him, and wasn't a drunken Frenchman getting his kicks out of messing around with some innocent, baby-faced boy. Razzy didn't have bitterness towards Piers. He was glad he never saw him again, however.

But Razzy cast a glance back towards Erin as they trotted through his main hallway, making sure the boy wasn't judging his not-so-humble abode. The house was glitzy and ridiculously over decorated. Razzy's mom wanted everyone to know that they were loaded and la-di-da... Money was apparently coming out of their buttocks. His father wasn't tight-wad money saver. No sir. Razzy technically didn't even have any cash. He doubted he had inheritance, and Philip would surely be taking over the family fortune once their father died. Philip was all smart and business-like, anyways. Razzy hardly cared whether or not he had money. He just wanted the simpler pleasures in life.

He bit his lip and began to trot upstairs, hardly paying attention to where Eveline was and what on Earth she was doing (was she even home...?) His mind was too preoccupied. Mainly because Erin Harper was in his freaking house. This was one of his wildest dreams coming true. His favorite being Erin sneaking into his dorm at night (Which, Razzy realized, would be awkward because Figaro was one of his dorm mates). But this was different. Erin was away from his family, away from peering eyes of their fellow students... He was going to be laying on Razzy's giant bed, breathing Razzy's coffee-and-cigarette scented air. Razzy's mouth was nearly watering.

The Hufflepuff kicked open his bedroom door, which was at the end of one of the long upstairs hallways, only two doors down from Philip's room. Razzy was deeply aware of this. A constant thought that lingered in Razzy's head was whether or not Philip knew. He doubted Piers would be so stupid to tell Philip about their homosexual adventure. But... Philip just had to know about Razzy being bisexual. It seemed odd that he didn't. Eveline knew, didn't she? Razzy was pretty blunt with her about it. But Philip was different... He had taught Razzy every trick in the book to get the pants off of anybody. But... Philip had taught Razzy so he could charm ladies. Razzy pushed away the thought and stepped inside his bedroom. He noticed, immediately, his sheets hadn't been cleaned since he last slept in them. Which was odd since he hadn't slept in them since winter break.

The house elves were getting lazy again. Great.

Razzy's room was notably tidy and was basically all bed with a desk and a dresser. Mirrors were everywhere, obviously, mainly because Razzy was a bit of a narcissist. Thankfully, Razzy remembered to tuck away his hair products. Erin would give him a lot of crap if he saw his hair products... He could just hear Erin's taunting laughter now. Theo was stretched out on Razzy's bed, the fluffy kitten's eyes locking with his. He attempted to resist the urge to pet her like he always did, but he simply couldn't take it. He peeled off his sweater and tucked it away in his dresser, grabbing another gray sweater for sleeping in. He approached Theo and buried his face in her fur. A typical greeting of his. The cat hardly seemed fazed at all and stared, blankly, at Erin.

"Make yourself at... Home, I guess," Razzy told Erin, standing up straight and shrugging, "Sorry if my room's a bit... Um... Boring and... Basically nothing." It really expressed Razzy's personality. He paused a moment before disappearing into the next room and closing the door. He would have changed in front of Erin, but he assumed the boy would grow tense and uneasy in such a situation. Razzy had been taking it much more slow with Erin, only complimenting him here and there but never touching or groping him as he used to. Razzy was always bad with keeping his hands to himself... He had done a rather excellent job with Erin.

Placing his shoes to side and his clothes in the hamper, Razzy emerged from his bathroom in nothing but his underwear and the gray sweater that he was pulling over his head. He gave Erin a smile as he smoothed out the creases of his thin sweater, eyes dissecting the Slytherin as usual. "I'm guessing we're sharing a bed tonight... Or would you prefer it if I slept on the floor?" Razzy's innocent smile turned quite devilish before he turned away to fix the "bad" folding job he had done with his other sweater before (Razzy was rather picky with his belongings... OCD was probably another issue he had).

"Just so you know... I kind of... Don't sleep," he glanced at Erin over his shoulder, rather coyly, "I'm an insomniac. But don't think I'll just be up and bored all night when you're sleeping... I'll be... Finding stuff to do." His eyes went back to his folding job. Razzy knew better than to be bored. He was dangerous when he was bored. Razzy unfolded the sweater and began to redo it once more, "The bed is definitely fit for more than one person... But... I don't want to make you uncomfortable, you know?" His eyes stayed glued to his sweater. His thoughts simply revolved around making Erin happy.

Erin's outfit and thread set.

Erin padded obediently along behind Razzy through the shadowed halls of the Chancelier house, as curious as a cat. His hands were in his pockets, his sleeping attire thrown over his shoulder, and each doorway they passed he peered in. Despite that, he didn't linger without Razzy, and he didn't seem all that fazed by the exorbitant display of wealth. Purebloods, of this type, were all the same.

He was quiet as a cat, too, now that he had his dress shoes dangling from one hand. He didn't want to run into the lady or the lord of the house if he could help it; he didn't care to meet Razzy's parents from the stories he'd heard. They sounded too much like his own stuck-up relatives for him to bear, and he wasn't under any illusions that they knew he was here. Razzy probably hadn't asked if he could have a sleepover; Erin hadn't asked if he could go. He'd left a note on his bed, to forestall his mother's shrill tirade when she noticed that he was gone, but he didn't give a flying flip for her permission.

Razzy kicked his door open, and Erin's eyes slid to the door down the hall. They didn't budge. Thank Merlin.

Still looking over his shoulder, he followed Razzy in. Brought his gaze around, and... stared.

"You have got to be joking," Erin said, taking in the gigantic bed, the mirrors, the whole lush scene. A laugh lurked in his throat, along with the breathy edge of incredulity. "You're such a bloody hedonist."

Boring his arse. Razzy disappeared into another room, sweater dangling from one hand, and Erin took the opportunity to hastily strip down to his undershirt and pull on some pajama pants. Normally he slept shirtless, in his boxers. But in Razzy's bed? He was uneasy enough already.

Not that he was adverse to the idea as he had been a month ago, right when Razzy had shown up again, right when he'd... kissed him. That was a shameful memory, mixed up as it was with residual guilt; even now, Erin didn't know why, but he still felt guilty as hell. Might've been the brief, instinctual urge to hit Razzy, an action that, had he given into, Erin would never forgiven himself for. Might've been the way Razzy had looked, as he never had before and as he hadn't since. Devastated. Over him. It made Erin's skin crawl to have that power.

He still thought about it, though, that memory, the argument, that kiss. Him being a right little prick about things. He thought about it a lot. There were plenty of other feelings besides guilt stirring around in Erin Harper's hot-blooded little head, and not all so easy to label. There had been plenty of time to think.

And obviously he hadn't minded his conclusions too much, or found them so disturbing as to be immediately rejected, completely ignored. He was here now, after all.

Yeah, okay, a large part of that was also the desire to scramble away from his family as soon as humanly possible, especially once he'd heard the Potions Mistress was spending the night. Bloody loonies, the lot of them, but still. He was here, and that mattered... right?

All this running through his head, and Razzy hadn't returned. Standing awkwardly beside the huge bed, Erin stared at the cat. The cat stared back.

"What the hell," he said, and rubbed behind its ears. Unlike Cat, his own cat, who started purring like the Hogwarts Express as soon as one so much as looked at her, this feline continued to stare.

Then came the sound of the door swinging open, the pad of Razzy's feet on the carpet, and Erin jumped back like he'd been hexed.

"I don't care," he said, deliberately nonchalant, at the question of where they were going to sleep. While the thought of sharing a bed with Razzy - even a huge one like this - made his breath a little quicker, it was no big deal. No different than sharing a bed with anyone else (although Erin had no close friends with which to share), there'd be like three feet between them, Razzy hadn't tried to touch him for a month. It was fine. It would be fine. And hopefully he'd drop right off to sleep instead of lying there in the dark, his senses extra-sensitive to the fact that Razzy would be beside him and the Hufflepuff just said he didn't sleep. What did he do at night, to keep himself entertained? If Erin knew he was being watched, he wouldn't sleep - they could - he might -

Erin stopped himself there. He really wasn't used to these sorts of thoughts; their recent frequency unnerved him more than anything Razzy could do. "I won't be uncomfortable."