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Reyna's bedroom is filled with the loud and lively sound of her top hits of the past three decades CD, emanating from her radio. She is comfortably lying on her bed, keeping Harry company while they both tap their feet to the rhythm of the music. As Hermione enters the room, the two friends turn their heads in unison to acknowledge her presence.
"You two are so boring,"
"Excuse me?!"
"You aren't even dancing," Hermione rolls her eyes. "I didn't have you two down as boring"
As the familiar tune of Mötley Crüe's Girls, Girls, Girls fills the room, Harry and Reyna exchange a glance before promptly jumping up from the bed. Reyna quickly grabs her hairbrush, while Harry reaches for his wand. Hermione chuckles softly before joining in on the fun, using her own wand as a makeshift microphone.
Together, the trio dance around the room with reckless abandon, belting out the lyrics to the music at the top of their lungs. Despite their horribly off-key singing, they were filled with pure joy and laughter, relishing in the moment and forgetting all of their worries.
"You three make so much bloody noise," Draco groans.
The boy blinks when he stares at the three who have been dancing around the room. They had feather boas around their necks as Money, Money, Money by ABBA blares through the room. They all share looks as Draco stares at them. Reyna picks up a yellow feather boa before draping it around Draco's neck and the boy sighs.
"I'm not getting out of this am I?"
"Nope,"
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The atmosphere in Reyna's room was electric as teenagers filled the space, their bodies swaying and voices carrying through the air. While almost all of the teenagers were fully immersed in the joyous occasion, Ron had opted to stay in his room, sulking about the new resident in the house.
Reyna had used her magic to create a dazzling light show, with flashing colours illuminating the room. Each person had added their own unique accessory, whether it was a feather boa or a pair of oversized sunglasses, making the space even more vibrant and alive. All around them, the sound of laughter echoed, as they danced and sang to the music.
"What is going on here?"
The group of adolescents suddenly stop their activities and pivot their attention towards Sirius. His expression was stern, and he surveyed the faces of the teenagers who were exchanging glances with each other. His gaze falls on Reyna, who moved in front of her nightstand that was adorned with various types of bottles.
"Why was I not invited to this party?"
"Honestly, we thought your old bones couldn't keep up," Hermione stumbles over her words slightly.
