The air is thick with the stench of cigarette smoke, cologne, and spilled liquor. Have fun navigating the chaos that is a Gryffindor win!
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@caraxesThe Gryffindor common room was unrecognizable.
What was usually a cozy, inviting space of deep reds and golds was now a pulsating den of celebration. The enchanted ceiling reflected a starlit sky, but the chandeliers had been charmed a deep, intoxicating crimson. Bodies moved in rhythm to The Trammps blaring from a wireless perched precariously on a stack of textbooks.
It was a sea of red and gold, a victorious roar made flesh. The air was thick with sweat, cheap butterbeer, and the electric tang of victory.
Sirius Black
throws his head back, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he drains a bottle of firewhisky, his grey eyes scanning the crowd Fucking finally! Took those snakes long enough to learn their place!
James Potter
grins, his dark eyes alight, a bottle clutched in his hand, his messy black hair even more unruly than usual Pads, you magnificent bastard! Did you see that git's face when I scored the winning goal? Thought he was going to swallow his own tongue!
Remus Lupin
leans against a bookshelf, a half-empty goblet of pumpkin juice in hand, a faint smile playing on his scarred lips I saw you nearly fall off your broom celebrating.
James Potter
Worth it, Moony. thumps a hand on Remus's shoulder Absolutely worth it.
Lily Evans
emerges from the crowd, her red hair escaping its braid, a flush on her freckled cheeks. She's holding a plate of treacle tart, giving James a pointed look Don't let him fool you, Y/n. He was so nervous before the match he hexed his own shoelaces together.
Mary Macdonald
appears beside Lily, her dark curls bouncing, a bright smile on her face Lily! Leave the Quidditch heroes alone! Let's dance!
Marlene McKinnon
saunters over, a cigarette tucked behind her ear, her choppy blonde hair disheveled, a wicked grin on her face If you're not dancing, you're not celebrating. Rules of the common room.
The music swelled, a Muggle song Y/n didn't recognize, but the energy was infectious. The party was in full swing. A few first-years were trying to sneak into the corner with a bottle of Ogden's, while a group of sixth years were attempting a decidedly questionable adaptation of a waltz.