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Neville and Susan sat on the side, lost in a discussion about their plans for the medical section of the new greenhouses. Dean and Luna had pulled out big pots of paints from somewhere and were in the process of painting some sort of mural on the far wall while a few onlookers gave them ideas or even joined in. He could see Luna lost in her thoughts for a while as she gazed at the wall, before spreading and mixing a good dose of various colours on her butterfly palette until she obtained a bright turquoise.
She then completely disregarded the large paintbrushes and began to paint the wall using the palette itself.
Zacharias sat on a sofa with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands while next to him, Ron tried his hardest not to laugh. Earlier, he had heard the Hufflepuff suggest that they bring house-elves to the station to cook and do the laundry for them while Hermione was nearby. From where he watched, her drunken rant on elf exploitation and how the ship's technology would deprive them of their work anyway was beginning to resemble a university lecture and he half expected her to pull a blackboard out of somewhere.
Abandoned by her daughter who went to congratulate Cho after her performance, Clarissa Edgecombe drank by her lonesome in a corner, seemingly lost as the only real adult at the party. He supposed now was as good a time as any to get to know her. She was a part of the DSF after all, even if she wasn't part of Requirement's crew. Ruffling his hair to get some of the confetti off it, Harry grabbed a bottle of butterbeer from a passing flying plate and made his way to her.
"Can I sit down?"
Clarissa raised her head to look at him, surprise evident on her face. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, unsure of what to say, before she gave him a small nod. Harry fell heavily on the bean bag next to hers. They sat awkwardly for a moment as Harry tried to find a good position while Clarissa looked at him nervously, seemingly unsure of how to act around him.
"Soooo... How are you doing?"
"I... Good. I guess I'm just a bit overwhelmed."
All around them, people were dancing and partying as if there would be no tomorrow. And he couldn't blame them. News of disappearances, attacks on muggle civilians, and even dementors roaming the country had become a daily occurrence. None of which they could do something about for now. So they danced and drank to forget, even for one night.
"I can see why. But we all need to let loose from time to time."
"It's not that it's... Everything!" She exclaimed while making wide gestures encompassing the entire room. "I was still processing the fact that you had a real spaceship, and now I'm attending a teenage party on a space station that looks like it came out of a sci-fi show. One that you didn't find, but built from the ground up."
"That we have. You're part of this too."
"And I'm thankful for the opportunity. It's just... A lot to take in."
"I understand the feeling. I was barely getting used to magic myself when we discovered all of this"
Just when he thought he finally understood magic, he discovered something that completely shattered his vision of the world with something that millions of people considered perfectly normal and part of their everyday life. And now, they had a spaceship with a galaxy's worth of knowledge and mysteries on top of that. It was a lot to take in.
Clarissa seemed to finally relax a little as she sat back, sinking into her bean bag as she took a sip of her wine.
"When I'm working in the shop, things are so quiet. It's easy to forget how crazy this whole thing is."
"Actually, I've been meaning to ask, how are things with the shop? Do you manage on your own?"
"It's going well. We even made some sales in the last month. I'm mostly spending my time talking with curious passersby or people looking for a job. If they seem interested, I take their information and resume and send them to Hannah. However, we have been getting more people coming in lately. I think the word that we're recruiting is going around."
"Hopefully we'll find someone to help you out soon."
"Well at least we're not lacking volunteers, sir"
Harry grimaced slightly at the word. He was sixteen for Merlin's sake.
"Call me Harry, please. It feels weird to have someone older than me calling me that."
After that, Harry spent a good while just sitting there, talking about nothing and everything with Clarissa as the party went on around them.
On a dark and empty deck of Requirement, one of the consoles lit up on its own as the ship's main computer launched a subroutine that had not been used in a very, very long time. After a few minutes, the light died out and the deck was once again plunged into darkness, leaving no trace of any activity. Deep in the ship's database, however, the presence of an energy spike lost somewhere in the rocky mountains of the United States had been logged automatically.
"Cargo coming through! Sorry!"
Harry stuck to the wall to let the massive 'hoverplate' loaded with all sorts of glass tanks and gardening supplies Anthony was pushing through the corridor. He'd seen his fair share of the new iteration of Hermione's latest modification of her hoverboard design around the station in the last couple of weeks. Wider, with a larger energy source and able to carry far more weight, those plates had been used by many of the crew to move around their equipment as they appropriated some of the empty rooms for themselves.
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