9.
[Hexed to Anthony and Michael]
Alright. So, it turns out that you two are right about me after all. I'm going to Blaise's party on Saturday, even though we've all pointed out everything that's wrong with this idea, every last reason why I'm an idiot for doing this, and so on -- but I'd kind of like to stick to talking about my virtues instead of my vices, if we could. Anyway. In that vein, I am going, but I promise that I'll be exceedingly careful. Hand to Merlin, I'll make Percy look reckless. And, if I'm not home by, say, whenever Michael gets off work, it'll mean one of a few things:

1. Things are going exceedingly well, I'm having a brilliant time, and I forgot my curfew.
2. Things have gone very, very badly and I need help.
Or 3. I've gotten completely and utterly wasted and am either in a cat-fight with Rivers or sleeping it off on Blaise's sofa. (Note that this outcome is the likeliest of the three.)

And, while we're on the subject of us three, I have a few Very Brilliant Ideas. First off: we can all agree that we all want each other, right? Right. Well. I don't know what you two want, but I think I know what I want.

...I want you to seduce me. I want you both to give me some pretty words, and roses, and role-playing would be absolutely brilliant. Seduce me. Give me your absolute best shots.

Also, weekend after this one, after I've recovered from Blaise's party, we are going out. Because I said so, and, no, you can't argue with this. I have the perfect place in mind, and dress smart.

[Hexed to Everyone BUT Anthony & Michael]
Boys are stupid.

[Hexed to Blaise and Theo]
Alright, I made up my mind. I'll be there Saturday night.