Quidditch games were always talked about for ages before the game even bloody began, that being because of stupid bets, bickering between the competing houses as they tried to book the field for training and practice, both wanting to get the pitch more than one another, in this case between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

After yet another quidditch game success against Gryffindor, the Slytherins decided to host yet another of their victory parties to show off they won, or more so to rub it in Gryffindor’s face whilst getting drunk at the same time just to have some fun.

Music was blaring through the common room, people were slumped over the sofas, knocking back drinks, dancing provocatively with one another, tugging each other off to their dorms to do what they wish out of sight of the rest of the common room. It was all the usual and expected at these parties, it was just an excuse to mess around and stop caring every once in a while.

The only downside to the parties were when people crashed the party, in other words when Gryffindor’s stupidly arrived at the party as if they owned the place even though Slytherin had already beat them in the first place.

Regulus had already left both Barty and Evan, leaving them to entertain themselves with one another, as he did not want to stick around to deal with any of that, a scoff leaving his lips once he’d caught sight of James, not surprised that the Gryffindor, more particularly the marauders had crashed the Slytherin party, as they’d done it on countless occasions.