When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie ¦ Open

[Arlo Bletchley]

Pizza was one of Arlo's favourite things in the world. Well, food in general was, but Pizza was up there was one of his favourite foods. Thanks to the metabolism of a Greek god he'd been blessed with her ate rather a lot of it with very little repercussions. He had liked to frequent the Blishwick's Pizza Parlour in Hogsmeade ever since third year when he had been able to begin escaping there. His favourite was a large 'I Wanna Dance With Some-Pizza' with all sorts of extra meats and cheese. Once he had even gone so far as actually completing the 'Hold On Loosely (To Your Pants!) Challenge'. His picture still hung, toothy grin and all, on the wall, staring out at people.

The fact there was a Pizza Party on this weekend made it all the better. It wasn't like Arlo wouldn't have headed to the Pizza Parlour anyway, but a party always made things so much. Even if he was still pointedly avoiding lulu anne blishwick  and it was her Uncle's place, the party should be fairly fun, right?

Standing in the crowd in front of the counter he craned his neck back and let his eyes rake over the menu board to decide what would be today's venture.

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Just last year Castsie wouldn't have much enjoyed the idea of a pizza party. She was already struggling with puberty-related acne. According to her papa that could last well into her twenties. She could only be thankful that she'd long ago stopped having massive breakouts, but even the two or three pimples that were permanently affixed to her face were enough to make her swear off greasy foods.

All the beauty products in all the Witch Weeklys couldn't stop hormones. She'd already tried. So pizza wouldn't have been her thing just twelve months ago.

This year, though so much was different. There was the notable absence of @augusto 's daughter, Eulalie, which only felt stronger when she entered the pizza party and immediately spotted another face she had grown up with. "Arlo! Mate!" She skipped happily over to the Gryffindor and knocked him hard in the shoulder with her own. She always greeted him with all the force she used against bludgers on the pitch.

"Whut kind o' pizza ye gettin? I'm gettin' a slice with spinach, I think." And she was definitely blotting off the grease with a napkin before she ate it.

[Arlo Bletchley]

Craning his neck some more, he tried to pick between two on the menu that was appealing to him. Maybe he would give in and get the Arlo special; two pizzas. He had been thinking on what bucket of drink to get to accompany them when Catsie knocked into him with her shoulder.

"Oh, Catsie, hi!" dazed by the thought of food, he hadn't noticed her even enter, or make her way through the crowd. But he certainly felt her shoulder knock into him. It was hard not to. Catsie was a fellow Quid team member, and with all the grace of a loose Bludger, it was hardly surprising she was a Beater. Only she could tame those things because she knew them so well. Giving her an overly wide grin, he shrugged, losing his train of thought as he watched a flash of lilac hair behind the counter, in the kitchen, momentarily distracted.

"Uh what?" Being shaken back to to the present, his attention shifted back to Catsie. "Oh right. I'm stuck between number 2 and number 7. So I might just get both..." Pausing her furrowed his brows and thought on it. It was piggish, but when did he ever think about that sort of thing? He had always had his fathers metabolism and penchant for shovelling food into himself without worrying. Sometimes his Mum said he had two stomachs; he could frequently eat double helpings, and still have room for desert. As well as not put any weight onto his wiry frame, something he was sure some of the girls cursed him for.

@catsie