Bellowing, laughing, the familiar scent of alcohol and smoke , bright lights accompanied the Gryffindors in their common room, as they celebrated the upcoming game between Slytherin and them— a tradition for good luck, though it often made the players more nervous. Usually, the light of any party, Sirius was currently too drunk to do anything, despite falling face first into the pillows that were draped onto one of the red sofas.