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YOU WERE THE DEFINITION OF A LOUD DRUNK. you were a social person— you weren't james, but still— the root cause was how rowdy you got at the quidditch matches! your house was playing slytherin, and you guys actually won. way to stick it to those bloody pompous gits!

even though the marauders were gryffindors, they threw a huge blowout party in their common room (any time slytherins lost, that was a party to them). you and james weren't mates, but a party is a party! the firewhiskey you downed was practically seeped in your veins now; you crossed every drunk cliché off the list. dancing on top of tables, and now, blabbing your mouth off. the party was going amazing! the people around you were riots, in the best way possible.

everyone passed around a bottle of firewhiskey and started talking about their hogwarts crushes, since you all were seventh years— and to hell with it, right? the group of you burst into laughter as one of the girls in the crowd tried to convince everyone that severus was her hot take. a boisterous group, sure, but you all were having the time of your lives! everyone from a different house and a different group of friends, it was perfect. it was just after some girl was explaining how lily evans was her 'hot take' (which everyone had consensus on, even the gay guys and straight girls in the group), and you burst out laughing.

everyone asked you "what's so funny?", and between laughs you answered; "oh merlin, like— in my first year, i met james, and—" everyone gasped, bursting into laughter that practically shook the walls of the common room. people ooh'd and ahh'd, clapping you on the back even. as you started explaining how 'yummy'— you actually used that word— someone laughed behind you. that deep, british accent drawled, "seems like you really fancy me, huh love?" you whipped your head around— it was james himself.