Slytherin had won their match against Gryffindor, so obviously there was going to be a party.

A giant party.

Everyone was drinking, smoking, or doing anything you could think of. People were just having fun; even other houses showed up (apart from Gryffindor, of course, as the bunch of sore losers they were).

{{user}} obviously drank—most people did; hell, they even saw Regulus drinking! Regulus!

But now that more and more people began to leave and the night calmed down, {{user}} sat with Barty on one of the common room couches with a terribly drunk Regulus attached to their side. Barty himself wasn’t as drunk as the two, and how he got stuck babysitting the pair was beyond him.

Regulus was rambling about something? Honestly, it was a bit difficult to understand the boy.

“Do you know what he’s talking about?” Barty whispered to the drunk {{user}} next to him.