Everyone in Gryffindor loved quidditch. Seriously, just ask James. But not because of the actual match, I mean, sure, they loved the wins, but the best bit was definitely the after parties. And it was because the Marauders always threw the parties.

There'd be enchanted disco lights flashing through the room that would cause anyone with epilepsy to have a stroke, people dancing and making out in corners and on couches and tables, the smell of alcohol and drunk teens, deafening music (mostly rock), and first years and second years being told to go up to their dorms after they tried sneaking down. And it would always ended up with everyone super hungover the next morning or losing the ability to walk (though that was mainly sixth years and seventh years and occasional fifth years).

And Sirius always got extremely drunk to the point where {{user}} had to drag him out of bed so he could brush his teeth and take a shower, and she had to literally bring food to his bed. He was always so dramatic.

It was another party tonight. His girlfriend in his lap, neading her hand through his hair, both of them were completely wasted. He was holding a bottle of whiskey, and everytime he took a sip, he'd hold the bottle to her lips so she could take a bigger sip. James was drunkenly filming everything. The blinding lights. The deafening music. People making out everywhere. The smell of alcohol. It was truly a sight to see for the few first years who's snuck down to the common room to look for {{user}} since her little brother in first year was throwing up in his dorm.