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Sirius O. Black (chienderace) wrote in loremrpg,
@ 2011-04-30 19:00:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, amelia bones, arthur weasley, dorcas meadowes, fabian prewett, gideon prewett, hestia jones, james potter, kira fenwick, lily evans, remus lupin, septima vector, sirius black

Characters: Gryffindors and/or anyone friendly with the Marauders, even in passing, including friends of friends of friends...the more, the merrier!
Setting: Gryffindor common room, after dinner on Sunday, 31 October
Content: NSFW, likely, for mentions of drunken debauchery by underage witches and wizards. And probably also costumes that are, erm, less than proper.
Summary: It is Sirius Black's birthday, and you know what that means!

One of Sirius' favourite things about his birthday was that it was Halloween. Some people might have resented sharing their birthday with a holiday, but not Sirius. For him, the addition of Halloween just gave him an excuse to make his annual party even larger than it would have been already.

Once he had rolled out of bed midmorning, eaten brunch, and downed some hangover potion, he had spent at least a fair portion of the afternoon getting ready for the party. He went down to Hogsmeade one last time to pick up some treats from Honeydukes', then, along with the other Marauders, kicked everybody out of the common room and started work. They enlarged the room a bit with magic, pushed all the tables and chairs to the perimeter of the room, put up several magical and somewhat frightening decorations, asked the house-elves to send up some refreshments, and prepared their impressive store of alcohol. Sirius also sweet-talked the Fat Lady into letting any and all partygoers into the common room for the evening, regardless of password knowledge, except those who weren't wearing masks (since enchanted masks were his requirement of the year, after all).

Once everything was set, Sirius headed back up to his dormitory to change into his costume, then returned to the common room with his mates and waited for the partygoers to drift in as dinner finished.

[OOC note: As mentioned in a couple of entries, enchanted masks are the rule of the party! The Fat Lady won't let you in if you aren't wearing one! The deal with the masks is they've got a mild confundus charm on them, so the wearer won't be recognized, even if they normally would be. If someone has already told you who they are, or you know what they're wearing, then you will recognize them, but other than that, you don't know who anyone wearing a mask is!

Also, feel free to reply to this in multiple subthreads, just like at the ball. This is a big party, and it's not ALL about Sirius, much as he'd like to think so ;) Feel free to godmod Sirius as welcoming your characters, offering them drinks, etc, and if you want to include him in a thread, you don't need to ask me, just go right on ahead! I'd make location comments, but the common room's not really big enough. Let me know if you have any questions!]

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Lily/James

ungilded
2011-05-02 07:36 pm UTC (link)

Lily knew she was something of a lightweight. It came with having very little body mass to absorb the alcohol's effects, after all. The alcohol combined with the confidence James' response was encouraging in her was a very heady combination indeed, and tonight, perhaps her "better judgment" wasn't so good after all. Still, Lily trusted James to look after her on her one night of indulgence, after she had spent the last week or so looking after him.

James' expression when she took a couple of steps away was one that Lily wasn't going to forget any time soon. It wasn't every day that someone could cause one of Hogwarts' golden boys to stare like that, after all. She was glad that it was fairly fleeting, though, because as much as she liked teasing him, she preferred having him close to her. Lily accepted his toast with a wink, and downed the rest of her glass without so much as flinching. She set her glass down again, though it was empty this time, and when James pulled her in, she gently rested her hands against his chest.

Of course, in her current mood, Lily couldn't help but finish James' train of thought. "Or is it your lucky night?" Lily let that thought hang in the air for a couple of seconds before continuing, "I just don't know. I suppose we'll have to let the chips fall where they may." As she spoke, James kissed her neck, and one of her hands slipped around his neck and into the hair at the base of his head. Once he put Lily's tie back, she couldn't help but roll her eyes just a bit, sure that he had left a hickey in his wake. Typical James.

She couldn't bring herself to be irritated by it, though; instead she used the hand in his hair to gently guide him to straightening again, so she could kiss him properly this time. Lily's other hand slipped around his neck too, pulling him closer, as they kissed, Lily slowly slipped one of her legs between James'. She was very glad for both the masks, which ensured that other students didn't know who they were, and also for the fact that they were in a fairly secluded part of the common room. That combination was letting her snog her boyfriend as she had wanted to for quite some time now.

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Lily/James

stagswagger
2011-05-07 03:55 am UTC (link)

Though he didn't say it, James was more than prepared enough to look after Lily. In fact, he'd had every intention of sneaking her away from the refreshment table prior to her finishing off her last drink. Unfortunately his spirited lady friend had other things in mind, and she'd downed the drink in advance. He'd come to really appreciate the fact Lily had him figured out on occasion. The fact she could complete his train of thought without so much as a flinch made him smile all the more. She didn't seem the least bit put out by his suggestive comments, and more than anything, encouraged it with every touch of her hands on his skin. Of course the girl knew exactly what set him off. She had to by this point. The way she played with his hair only reminded him of just what he'd suspected: she was his perfect match in every way.

James had told Lily as much when he was in the hospital wing. He remembered it all too well. That was one thing he was grateful for out of all of this. Even though he had to start over with Lily for that week or so, it didn't take him long to come to the same conclusion he had after years of memories with the fellow Gryffindor. He assumed she didn't take him seriously then, particularly because James hadn't remembered who he was let alone their relationship at that point in time. All the same, it didn't change what he knew to be true. In fact, the evening after he'd come back to earth, he owled home to tell his parents as much. It wasn't necessarily that he wanted Dorea snooping around, but rather he'd hoped they'd be on board for the sake of things he had in mind for the immediate future. The fact Lily stood by his side after the night of that accident, not even completely confident the old James would ever come back, that spoke wonders to the boy. She and Sirius were permanent fixtures in the hospital wing throughout the duration of his stay, which told him she wasn't going anywhere. What they had was much more than he could have hoped for prior to the accident, and he was thankful to have had a chance to figure that out despite the toll it had on him physically.

Straightening up as Lily guided him back to her face, James leaned in to kiss her. It took every scrap of resolve within him to keep his hands from wandering. True enough, no one apart from Lily and the Marauders knew what he was wearing to the party. Even so he didn't want to share every little detail with his mates. Some things between him and Lily were meant to be private. He respected her enough to keep it that way. That was his aim until Lily's leg slipped in between, provoking something he could hardly control. James lifted both hands to her face, his fingers caught in her hair as he tilted her head into the kiss all the more. Though it had been his plan to stick around the party a wee bit longer, his best laid plans were quickly being overturned.

With his heart still racing, James forced himself to pull his head away from the kiss briefly. As if he'd already regretted the decision, he placed another tender kiss on her lips again before explaining himself. Both hands still in her hair, the boy kept his eyes glued to hers. "You're too much. I can't- Can we go somewhere?" James didn't allow much time to pass between his questions before he leaned in to kiss her again, this time shifting his hands to Lily's legs as he played a bit with her fishnet stockings. Without further warning, the eager boy broke from the kiss long enough to pick her up off the ground, smiling at her as she wrapped her legs around his torso. Both his hands supported her as James leaned in for another kiss, keeping Lily's back to the wall nearest them so as to prevent anyone else from seeing too much of her. Clearly they'd have to find a sneakier way to bail on the party, but he was enjoying himself too much to take the initiative right then.

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Lily/James

ungilded
2011-05-07 07:49 am UTC (link)

At this point in the evening, Lily's judgment was seriously impaired. The alcohol was having an effect, as was her earlier decision to let tonight be a night of risk-taking, and that combined with her natural Gryffindor personality might be a recipe for disaster, were it not James that she was currently with.

Were she not more than a little tipsy, that would be an interesting realisation for Lily to have. After all, James certainly came off as a cavalier sort of bloke, perhaps a bit irresponsible, immature on his best days...all in all, not the sort of person you would trust entirely, and yet, Lily did. She knew that there was a lot more to James than the way he presented himself, and in addition, while he was suffering from memory loss, she had had a conversation with him that had led to her admitting that yes, she probably did love him. If she both loved and trusted him, what reason did she have to guard herself around him?

Logic aside, Lily was sort of losing herself in James' kisses anyway. She continued to cling tightly to James as they kissed, trying to keep his body and hers pressed as tightly together as she could. When James pulled away, she couldn't help but pout just a little bit, though he did kiss that away rather quickly. It also helped that he had apparently had just broken the kiss to suggest that they continue this somewhere more private, and Lily found herself very amenable to this suggestion.

Before she could answer, though, she felt James lift her off the ground. She couldn't help but let out a rather high-pitched noise of surprise, wrapping her arms still more tightly around James' shoulders and also settling her legs around his torso for support. After she had a moment to settle, though, she relaxed, enjoying the feel of James' warm hands supporting her legs. As James kissed her again, she shifted her arms so that one was drooped more loosely around his shoulders, pressed against his back, and the other was wound in his hair once more.

Lily continued to kiss him like this for some time before breaking the kiss and moving both her hands to cup his face gently. "Come on," she said quietly, moving her hands to his shoulders and using that grip, as well as the wall behind her, to slowly shift to her feet. Lily was already missing the feel of James' body against her own, not to mention his kisses, but she tried to keep her resolve strong. After all, she would feel better knowing that the two of them were in private. Lily straightened her skirt, then took James' hand and, with a smirk over her shoulder, led him through the crowded common room.

In the middle of the common room, Lily stopped, rather abruptly. She turned around, used James' tie to tug him down to her level, and then kissed him deeply, but after a moment, broke the kiss just as abruptly as she had initiated it. She grinned as she pulled away, then kept leading James, not letting go of his hand until they were both outside the portrait hole.

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