let's party like we're still fifteen because life wasn't so hard then [party]
12 Grimmauld Place hadn't ever looked so festive before. Streamers were lingering in the exposed beams, fashioned Hogwart House crests were in their own separate rooms- the Slytherin crest up in the attic, where he was absolutely sure a ghoul was hanging out- and food and drinks set up in nearly every room he could stuff them into. Thank Merlin
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From the house-themed streamers hanging from the ceiling, to the overly sweetened and overly spiked punch, to everyone's enthusiastic acceptance of the dress-up theme (he'd never thought he'd appreciate those gray sweaters as much as he did now that they were dangerously stretched across shoulders no longer meant to fit in them), Grimmauld Place was looking positively unrecognizable and the best kind of festive.
Now this was a party. One that they all, everyone seemed to agree, very much needed ( ... )
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"Yep, that's the one. You're missing the lingering scent of mushy peas you've been carrying around lately. Did you actually take the time to bathe today?" he added with a dramatically impressed raise of his eyebrows.
His teasing smirk turned into a genuine smile, offering a proper hug in return.
"Hello, yourself. Glad you made it out. Grandad taking on the Two Tiny Terrors for the night, then?" It was clear from his tone that the nickname was nothing if not a term of absolutely loving endearment.
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She gave Reid a knowing glance.
"Grandad and his entire Exploding Snap team," she said with a rueful shake of her head. "I'm afraid they're going to come out of there with much dirtier vocabularies than they arrived with."
But that was to be expected, she figured.
"I swear I'm not sure who I feel worse for," she told him. "But at the very least it gives me one entire night out without having to be 'mummy.'"
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The party was great, of course. There was a lightness to the air, to everyone's mood, that had been hard to find lately, and it was clear that a bit of silliness in mixed company had been long overdue.
But she had her own reasons for hardly being able to wipe the smile off her face (honestly, she was starting to think her expression might get stuck in a perpetual beam), and though she and Jonah had both agreed to keep the announcements low-key for the time being, it was getting harder to keep quiet, particularly in this environment where everyone's first question was along the lines of 'how are you?' and 'what've you been up to?'.
Oh, y'know, just getting engaged to the most perfect adorable disastrous love of her life. No big deal.
Certainly there were a few exceptions to be made.
And, sure enough-
"Hey there stranger," she grinned, having beelined her way across the room upon seeing Saffron enter, looking entirely unfair in her old uniform, of course.
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"Likewise! I can't believe so many people made it. Leave it to the bloody Chosen One to throw the reunion bash of the decade, of course," she laughed, pulling back to hold Saffron by her shoulders at arm's length to give her a proper once-over.
"And Merlin, woman, someone is certainly scoring points with that theme, look at you," she teased, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.
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"Who are you kidding?" she asked, shaking her head. "I look downright scandalous, and not in a good way."
But it was all in good fun, wasn't it? And she certainly didn't look out of place among everyone else. Everywhere she looked she saw short ties, no ties, headbands out of ties, uniforms that looked shrunk beyond anything wearable. It was actually sort of perfect. A good reminder that they were all lucky enough not to have to get on the train back to Hogwarts the next week- at least most of them. She briefly thought of Neville and Marlow with her condolences.
She went to return the compliment to Ella, glancing her best friend up and down with an approving nod, before becoming entirely too concerned with her left hand.
"Hold the bloody parchment- is that what I think it is?"
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Harry was perhaps, two sheets to the wind- not nearly as sloshed as he could be, but pleasantly warm and fuzzy. He had just returned from the kitchen, making sure to charm enough ice back upstairs before returning to the festivities. He had just granted Jemma Dorny ten points to Ravenclaw for managing to show up when he saw another truly favorite blond waltz into the room-
and reminding him of some Muggle pop-star he couldn't name.
"I'm having flashbacks to my fifth year, Ferris- and feeling wildly inappropriate right now."
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There were definitely some interesting times back then, and more than a few of them involved similar outfits.
"So, tell me, Potter. How many points to Gryffindor for this?" Zoey tossed her hair over her shoulder and motioned to her incredibly inappropriate outfit with the hand holding her drink. She went far enough to strike a post, hand on hip and hip cocked.
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"Well-" he said, clearing his throat.
"I'd say, oh I dunno, maybe 100 points-" and he flicked his wrist with his wand and a waterfall of red glitter appeared out of the air.
"Yeah that sounds about right-" he grinned.
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She had to admit that it was a bit amusing that she hadn't needed to go to charms to shorten her skirts to a length she wanted anymore. Even if she's maybe had to let it out a little here and there.
No matter, she felt good about it between a bit of dancing and stopping to tell Reid all the latest gossip - mostly centering on her recent run in with the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. She giggle-snorted into her drink - some concoction she'd snatched from Seamus in passing with a bright oh, for me? you shouldn't have as she'd deftly turned away from the swat he'd failed to land at her short-skirt clad bottom ( ... )
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