Golden Girl; 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

Fourth Year: Fred and George's 15th Birthday Bash (Part 2)

(CW: Underage drinking/drunken behavior)

As the night wore on, the party became wilder and more rowdy. Fred and George were the life of the party, talking with friends, playing games, and, of course, drinking plenty of the spiked punch. Bambi, true to her nature, was right in the thick of it, her white dress twirling around her as she moved. She laughed loudly, her voice carrying above the music, and was constantly egging everyone, especially the twins, to take another shot.

"Come on, Freddie, don't tell me you're slowing down already," Bambi teased, holding up another little shot glass. She had a mad gleam in her eye, the thrill of the party fueling her energy.

Fred, already a bit tipsy, grinned and took the glass from her hand. "Wouldn't dream of it!" he said, clinking his glass against hers before downing it in one gulp. He shook his head, feeling the burn of the firewhiskey, but he didn't back down. "You're gonna regret challenging me, Bambi." His face was very flushed, and he wore a slightly lopsided eager grin.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Bambi quipped back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

George, not to be outdone, joined in, stepping between the two and throwing his arms around them. He raised his own glass. "You two better pace yourselves. The night's still young!" he said, but there was no mistaking the competitive edge in his voice. He knocked back his shot, then grabbed Bambi by the hand, pulling her toward the center of the room. "Come on, Hargroves, can't let Freddie steal you away all night. Show us those dance moves you've been hiding!"

Bambi laughed, allowing herself to be pulled along. "You asked for it, Weasley!" she called out as they started dancing, the other Gryffindors cheering them on.

Dancing with George was animated, fun, and lively. His eyes were constantly scanning the room both for other's reactions and occasionally to look at Bambi. They stumbled over each other awkwardly occasionally, but George's flare and Bambi's lack of care were the main focus. He was one of her best friends, and it showed. Dancing with George felt like stepping into a world where every moment was a chance to embrace the fun and unpredictability of their friendship. Their rhythm might have been off, but their connection was spot on, embodying the essence of a bond built on joy and mutual understanding.

The music pulsed through the room, and the energy was contagious. Everyone was caught up in the excitement, dancing and laughing without a care in the world. But with the punch flowing freely, the mood was bound to turn unpredictable.

Bambi pulled Oliver's hand into the dance (much to his protest), wildly swinging her arms and hips. Oliver seemed to be one of the few Gryffindors who wasn't tipsy, as he shyly and awkwardly followed her, his movements stiff compared to Bambi's.

Oliver let out a small laugh as Bambi manhandled him, forcing him to dance with her. "Slow down, Bambi," he said, his tone fond as they danced, "You're a bit tipsy."

"Tipsy? Me?" Bambi replied with mock innocence, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Oliver chuckled, pulling her slightly closer as they danced, "You're not fooling me," he said, his hand on her hip, "You're like a loose cannon tonight."

Bambi giggled the mix of firewhiskey and the electric atmosphere making her feel light-headed and slightly reckless. "Loosen up, Wood," she teased, her bright smile challenging him. "Where are your killer dance moves?"

Oliver rolled his eyes, though the amusement in his gaze was undeniable. "Killer dance moves? Who do you think I am? Lee?" He nodded toward Lee, who was currently attempting to dance on a table, his shirt half unbuttoned as a few girls cheered him on.

"You know I'm more of a Quidditch kind of guy, Bambi," Oliver chuckled, trying to maintain his composure.

"Quidditch, schmidditch," Bambi countered, rolling her eyes playfully. "It's a party! Just have fun!" She twirled again, her red curls bouncing as she pulled Oliver along with her, determined to get him to loosen up.