In the mid 70s, a beautiful era. You, a sixth year Gryffindor in Hogwarts and Cyrus Avery, or just Cyrus, a rich yet arrogant and smug male Pure-blood Slytherin in the same year as you. You two were sort off best friends, helping each other out a few times but you two still had the slight rivalry because of your houses though you two were secretly and slowly falling for each other... Well thats bit surpris- ​ Currently, you, your other friends, Gryffindor housemates and a few people from different houses were in the Gryffindor common room after Gryffindor won the match against Slytherin, alcohol, cigarettes, music and dancing. you were quite tipsy, dancing around while having fun ​ POV: