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Sirius seemed to have been sitting in his dorm room for hours with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Actually, he could have gone just about anywhere if he was so inclined, but the mood hadn’t stricken him just as of yet. Being the only super with speed got lonely sometimes, because nobody could ever keep up with him and so every journey was made alone. Solitude wasn’t suited for Sirius Black. Wandering, however, was. 

He made his way through the castle, catching sight of quite a few younger students but nobody within his age demographic. That was no fun. He didn’t feel like it fell within his ethical code to interact with the underclassmen. They would be at risk of corruption, and that was reserved for when one was at least 15 years old. 

So, instead, he headed for the courtyard. There was an enclave that the tobacco-inclined student population inhabited in their free time that Sirius was quite familiar with. It seemed that Sirius’s lighter had run out of fluid, and he was in need of a cigarette.

“Anyone got a light?”

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“C’mon, don’t tell me you don’t want to play.”

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“I’m sorry, you were talking to me? I must have zoned out.” 

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          “Are you enjoying yourself?” She thought perhaps they may have been enjoying themselves a little too much. But who was she to judge? Even if she was done now, she’d already had a couple of drinks herself. “Maybe I’m not one to talk, but you might want to slow down on the drinks.” Really she was just concerned. 

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“Come dance with me.” 

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Mary leaned over the punch bowl, sniffing mildly before leaning back with a grimace. “Is there any real punch in here?” She stirred it with mild interest, empty cup still in her other hand, mumbling under her breath now, “I’m going to die of dehydration at this party.” 

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The party was loud and rowdy and drunken people kept bumping into them while attempting -- and failing -- to dance. It was everything Logan hated. The only reason they had come in the first place was out of curiosity; they’d never been to a party before. But there was no escape: The door to leave was somewhere on the other side of a mass of people, and to venture through a crowd would only make them more anxious. So, instead, they slunk to the floor and dropped their head onto their knees, wishing everything and everyone would go away.

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As it turns out, dressing up in outrageous costumes is becoming sort of a thing for Sirius. Not to say that he doesn’t enjoy it, really, but were he more sane or perhaps less dedicated he would probably be second guessing himself at the moment. There are only so many times a year one should be climbing into fake sacks of fat , but at least this time we wasn’t painting himself green. That was a plus, and also there was the fact that he also would get to don a wig and beard to rival Dumbledore’s.  But the beard! It was so itchy!

Not that any of the teachers would be finding out about this night. 

No matter all of that. Sirius Black was putting on a Santa suit. Father Christmas would be going around, holding a menorah in one hand and a bottle of booze in the other. Judeochristian inclusivity, and happy holidays to those who don’t celebrate. Maybe he would wear a pentacle around his neck for the Wiccans?

“It won’t matter anyway,” he grumbled to himself, pulling at the fake hair on his chin. “It’ll all come off once I’ve had enough whiskey.” 

“Here, here!” A voice called out to him, and Sirius blanched.

He shouldn’t have chosen to get dressed in a public bathroom.