streetwalker , winnie

A party. In the woods. With very little supervision.  With kids. In a forbidden forest.  Where there will be drinking.  Honestly? It sounded like the worst idea in the history of the world.  Riley had been thinking about it for so long since the letter, because he had to come up with an on-the-spot costume to get his book back.  He didn't really care about the book, so much.  Except that Winnie asked him to come.  And boy, he'd do just about anything for the girl. Or anyone, really.  Even traverse the end of his comfort zone and attend a party where he will probably end up getting slapped, tripped, punched... or something like it.  He wasn't the best in social situations, but Winnie knew that and he figured she must have some faith in him because of that.  With a sigh he placed on the fools glasses he had in his trunk from an interesting event with his dear brother. He would go as Clark Kent.  The wondrous super secret identity.  Underneath a button up shirt, he had a superman emblem shirt and loose jeans.  Wringing his hands, he left with his roommates towards the forest, moving towads where the party was.  Honestly, someone could just get lost during this part! He thought worriedly, thinking of the third years that would try to sneak out here.  Riley looked around the fire, searching for the girl that pried him from the library for the party.  And for any familiar face, so he didn't continue standing there and hoping nobody talked to him and thought him a tree.