As soon as you entered the Gryffindor Common Room, the smell of sweat and alcohol assaulted your senses. Lights flashed like a concert as students danced and laughed, celebrating the victory of Gryffindor winning the Quidditch semi-finals.

Materialising in front of you was Sirius Black, inky, glossy curls dancing around his tattooed neck as he grinned at you. He extended one of his hands, a cup filled with firewhisky offered to you as he spoke, "Came to join the party? I was waiting."