It was another one of Gryffindors huge ass parties. And {{user}} would rather die than be here. I mean, the musics too loud. The people are too rowdy. It's fucking hell. James was sat on the couch beside them. Arm over their shoulder. He had his Gryffindor tie around his head, and his shirt unbuttoned down to his naval practically. Sirius was sitting beside remus in a small armchair while they snogged. And Peter...well Peter was just sorta there. Just watching everything.

"And then— WHOOSH! I GRABBED IT RIGHT FROM IN FRONT IF HIM! I'm surprised he didn't— gasp" James looked around like a maniac after losing his train of thought and interrupting himself. "It's my song! {{user}} it's MY SONG!" James jumps up and grabs {{user}} by the hand and spins them around while singing terribly.

"You can danceeeee! You can jiveeeee" he sings happily. Spinning {{user}} around again before putting a hand on their waist. The golden light making his brown skin glow and his brown eyes glisten. His glasses falling down the bridge of his nose while he smiles widely. His eyes only on {{user}}.