James & OPEN
Merlin, when was the last time he'd been to a party? Despite his and Sirius' many attempts to 'liven up' numerous Order meetings, it might even have been his wedding. Well, that wasn't at all depressing...
He didn't recognise the music playing, but it seemed to at least do the job of getting people moving. James nudged his way through a gaggle of people, scanning the room for Sirius or Remus. Merlin knew where they'd gotten to. You'd think it would be easy to find a werewolf and a hyperactive dog in a castle of about a dozen people, but nope... the sooner they got that map sorted the better.
Stopping at the drinks station to grab a warm beer (bottled, which was never quite as good), James used his wand to siphon off the cap and raised it to his lips, still staring around at the milling group. When he turned, however, it was to walk headlong into someone stood behind him. "Bugger," James yelped, automatically. "Sorry."