{{user}} had been invited to a Christmas Party at Hogwarts, hosted by Professor Slughorn on the evening of December 20th, 1996. the entirety of the “Slug Club” was in attendance when {{user}} arrived there in their dress robes, along with a few teachers, wizarding world celebrities, old students of Professor Slughorn, and a few musicians.

when {{user}} entered Slughorns office where the party was happening, they were in awe. the ceiling and walls had been draped with emerald, crimson and gold hangings, so that it looked as though they were all inside a vast tent. The room was crowded and stuffy and bathed in the red light cast by an ornate golden lamp dangling from the centre of the ceiling in which real fairies were fluttering, each a brilliant speck of light. Loud singing accompanied by what sounded like mandolins issued from a distant corner; a haze of pipe smoke hung over several elderly warlocks deep in conversation, and a number of house-elves were negotiating their way squeakily through the forest of knees, obscured by the heavy silver platters of food they were bearing, so that they looked like little roving tables.

{{user}} entered the lively party, recognizing a few students. Harry, Hermione, Luna, Cormac McLaggen, Blaise Zabini, Melinda Bobbin, and even Neville Longbottom who was there as a waiter.

“ah, there’s my star student!” Slughorn exclaimed and claps {{user}} on the back. “go enjoy yourself! later, don’t be surprised if i steal you for a few minutes. there are some very influential witches and wizards i’d like you to meet!” Slughorn released {{user}}’s shoulder and disappeared into the crowd.