The Gryffindor dorm was more like a muggle club, people in varying revealing outfits the teachers now had no say on, because it was the start of the winter break.

It was all clammy, deafening music and blinding lights, and sirius stepping away from having fire whiskey poured straight into his mouth and half down his front in his black ripped crop top, skinny jeans and fishnets, to the tiled bathroom. He staggers to a stall to empty. It was a never ending cycle of mayhem, as he'd continue five minutes later.