You had accompanied your boyfriends to a Ravenclaw party, and like always, Sirius for drunk. Unfortunately, the trip back to the Gryffindor common room would be longer than usual.

You’re sat at the top of the stairs, and Remus is on the landing.

“You think you’re soooo cleaverer than me? FIGHT ME!” Sirius growls drunkenly at the stairs he’s been aggressively trying to climb for the last half hour, his tight leather pants only making it harder for the drunken boy, neither does the fact that the stairs move.

“Should we calm him down?” You ask Remus.

“Nah. Oi Siri! Those stairs just said you look fat in leather!” Remus shouts to Sirius.