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Sirius’ favourite thing about the start of a new year was their party. And, this was a particularly good one if he did say so himself. Part of him was worried that they couldn’t top it next year. But, the always managed it. “Who cares if we are being too loud? Pretty sure the Professors have stopped giving a fuck about parties.” Sirius chuckled as he downed yet another drink. “Plus, we have a reason to celebrate this year. They can’t stop our buzz on that.”
James looked great, and he knew it. He wore his favorite jeans and a white t-shirt underneath a black dress jacket, and he felt like a million bucks. The only thing slightly off was the fluffy frog head hat on his head, keeping most of his hair hidden. He had had one shot of firewhiskey, since it was a party, but he decided he wouldn’t be getting any more tipsy; he was one of the hosts after all. He was heading towards the sweets table before he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Before you ask, no, you cannot wear my adorable hat,” he smirked, fixing it before turning around.
Cissa didn’t normally make it a habit attending Hogwarts parties, especially not ones hosted by her cousin and his friends, but this year she was making an exception for the Back to School Party. It wasn’t improper to attend now that she was a fifth year and everyone went, even the pureblooded students her parents preferred her to socialize with. Besides, it was an opportunity to put together a fabulous outfit, something Narcissa could never resist.
So she spritz on her rose scented perfume (a gift from her sister for her last birthday), applied some lipstick that perfectly matched the soft pick color of her dress and headed to the party, fashionably late. She followed the sound of the blaring music until she reached the 7th floor where she was greeted by a familiar face. “What does a lady have to do to get a drink?” She asked, a smile as sweet as honey across her face.
Sturgis was never one to miss a party, especially one that was being thrown right at the beginning of the year. It was be a good chance to catch up with everyone that he had missed over the summer holiday. The boys had certainly outdone themselves this year though. He decided that getting a drink first would probably be his best course of action. Hearing someone approach behind him as he poured the firewhiskey into a shot cup, he turned around with a smile, “Wanna do a shot with me? We can toast to the beginning of a new year!”
“Alright, fuck this, I’m bored.” He cupped his hands around his mouth before calling out “Who’s up for truth or dare?!”
Celeste wasn’t that big on parties. But, if there was free booze then she was there. Even if everyone around her was currently annoying her to death. And the theme of the party was...interesting, in her opinion. “Back less than a day and already people are acting like idiots.” She said a she looked over at two people arguing over in the corner. “Honestly, it’s rather pathetic.”
Greta was not a very good drinker. So after a few drinks, she was already fairly tipsy. But, at least she had at least enough common sense left to plonk herself down in a corner and had managed to grab herself a bundle of snacks. She enjoyed parties, she really did, but sometimes they got a little too much and she needed a quiet moment. Though, that also meant her mind started going in weird, drink fueled, places.
“Chocolate frogs are weird.” She said suddenly as her thoughts were now just sprouting out of her mouth with not much control. “I mean...who looks at chocolate and thinks: this is great, would be better if we made it seem alive and had to kill it though. Right? It’s weird!”
Glaring at the banners hung up around the place Sebastian started to question his sanity and why he was here. The death of Voldemort was not something to celebrate in his book. If anything this party was just a reminder that he was an idiot for following someone that was clearly weaker than he let to. But, he had a drink in his hand at least. And for the most part, he was avoiding everyone. Up until someone came over to his table that is. “Do you want something? Cause I don’t do chit-chat. If you want that you can fuck off and bother someone else.”
