Party in the 70s
Wolfstar song fic
Summary- The Gryffindor common room during a party, through the eyes of a third year who’s not allowed there but is secretly watching.
I’m listening to Mr.Brightside so you can to set the mood. This is a marauders short writing.
Names aren’t taken but you’ll easily figure out who’s who
This font
means it a song lyric song being Mr. Brighside.
Enjoy ;)
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Bodies.
Thats all that was there.
All of them moving, holding each other. Swaying to the music and bobbing their head along with the beats.
Alcohol and cigarettes were passed around and everyone was either high, drunk or dancing. There was a reason third years weren’t allowed.
No one was sober enough to notice anyway.
The lights were flickering playing along with the songs dynamics. The room looked orange and turned black for a split second every five seconds.
A girl with flaming red hair was singing the lyrics loudly while wrapping her arms around the quidditch captain. His glasses laying crooked on his nose as he brings his face to her neck.
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cause I’m Mr. brightside
People around them were swaying and swinging in the same way as they were. The quidditch captains hands on the girls hips right above her skirt that matched her hair, paired with a black blouse and a Choker necklace.
Everyone looked like they were experiencing their prime, like they were having the time of their lives and wanted to make the most it.
Another couple was on the dance floor.
They were the centre of attention for most people.
Female heartthrob and Male heartthrob together.
The girl ran her fingers to the boys black hair that came towards His shoulders. He looked at her with hooded eyes, whispering something while biting his lip making the girl blush.
They looked perfect for each other, people didn’t know who to look at because both of them were perfect
As the boy’s favourite part came on he flashed a brilliant smile and took of his leather jacket, revealing his tank top underneath and tattoo covered arms. Dancing with the girl as she swayed her hips running her finger though her hair and closing her eyes to feel the lyrics.
She’s touching is chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
In all of this movement, a couch lacked movement in the corner.
Everyone on the couch was hopelessly drunk or high beyond possible. Only one person looked sober. But he didn’t look happy.
Bottle in his hand, his brown eyes staring- no glaring directly at the heartthrobs dancing in the middle of the common room.
He didn’t look like he was having any problem with who to look at. His eyes were fixed on the boy with the leather jacket.
The scar across his face made him look more menacing than everyone in the room. Maybe it was also the fact he was the only one who didn’t look dazed.
Oh but he did. Especially the second the jacket came off. For a split second his face morphed into which looked even more dazed, drunk than the people around him . His eyes hooded, lips parted. He looked desperate. But then it returned to glaring again.
The girl traced her hand on the Leather jacket boys’ tattoos.
Jealousy
turning saints into the sea
swimming through sick lullabies
The Boy with the scar took a large swing from the bottle, and finished it half way. Dropping it on the floor he ran his hand through his curls, the action screamed frustration. He abruptly got up and angrily made his way to the staircase leading up to the boys dorms.
The boy with the leather jacket watched as he did.
A fifth year prefect approached, noticing the third year. It was annoying that the prefect was blocking their view. They just wanted to watch.
I never
I never
I never
I never
The last thing they saw before being led away was the boy with the leather jacket make his way to the staircase leading to the boys dorms
