Dress Code - Pansmione

Chapter 6 - Gryffindors Know How to Party

TW/CW: Sexual Assault

There is a mention of sexual assault/harassment and there are some instances of victim blaming. Someone is groped un-consensually. We do not see or experience the assault, but it is referenced in passing.

Read at your own comfort level and if there is anything I can do as a writer to make it easier for people with triggers to read this story, let me know.

Also just putting it out here that my character's reactions to situations aren't always right and that if you feel angry with them that is totally valid. Hopefully they will learn and grow into better people in the story.

Slytherins consumed the most substances - self-medicating and trying to drown their sorrows, but never succeeding. They fucked for the sin of it desperate to prove they were not prim and proper like their parents intended. Trying to dispel their destinies to become buttoned-up ministry officials with lives devoid of passion. Still, sometimes they seemed determined to avoid fun at all costs. Never daring to drink something cheap or immature, at age fifteen they sipped their martinis with olives and bit their tongues at the taste. Although they hated adults they were desperate to imitate them. They partied to disobey.

Ravenclaws found enlightenment in their adolescent excursions with drugs and drinks. The parties resembled old salons - sharing different stories or theories performing music or scenes for one another. Soberness was equally respected during these events. The clarity of creative and ingenious minds is something that should be protected. They partied to communicate.

Hufflepuffs embraced the communal aspect of social gatherings. Giggling into each other's ears as joints were passed around the circle in their common room or sharing sips from the same smuggled bottle of fire whisky. There was a reason mono spread like wildfire in the Hufflepuff house, those kids could never keep their hands off of each other. When cuddles turned to kisses there was no ounce of drama or ill intent, only love love love. They partied to love.

But Gryffindors, they partied to party.

The music roared and the dance floor remained occupied. People danced on tables, and then promptly fell off of said tables. Necklines were plunging, as daring as the people who wore them. Friends were made and lost in a matter of minutes and the next morning every single headstrong student found themselves with a steadily stinging headache. Like Hermione had thought during her previous conversation with Miss Parkinson, Gryffindor parties were anything , but dull.

Hermione took in the scene, the music was blasting Dean Thomas had requested he be put in charge of the playlist, he was doing a fantastic job Hermione thought, though she didn't know much about music. His half-blood heritage gave him plenty of magical and muggle music to play, which was enjoyable for all of the partiers.

The snacks were present, Hermione was worried if they didn't have food people might get too drunk and need medical attention. Also, some people get munchies when they smoke weed, or so she heard. Either way, the snack station was an essential part of any successful party.