When you have it all

Chapter 19...

Boisterous laughter rang through the silent night.

“Sirius don’t make me laugh anymore, or I’m pretty sure I’ll throw up.”

They were linked arms as they wobbly made their way down the deserted alleyway.

“Ready to go?” she asked.

“Ready…? You’re going to apparate…?” he asked, his words slightly slurred though still managing to convey his trepidation at the prospect of apparating side-by a very drunk princess. Stories of splinching fiascos echoed in his mind as horrible images started to flash before his blurred eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Fine? You can barely stand. You are not fine…”

She paused, “You’re right, I’m not fine. I’m Alex!”

The sound of their laughter still rang in the air even after the small resounding pop of dissapparition… 

…

“Should we wake them up?”

“Nah, they look so…peaceful…”

“But McGonagall is expecting them in her office in…20 minutes, and what if she came up here and saw them…like that…”

“Oh fine. Party pooper.”

James and Remus slowly and quietly walked towards the couch in Alex’s and Sirius’ room, where the two of them lay sleeping soundly under a blanket, still in their clothes from the night before. Sirius was on the inner side, his arm draping over Alex who was on the outside, snuggled close to him. Beside them, the table lay knocked over, and their shoes and jackets left a trail from the door to the couch, suggesting they rather had had a bit of trouble getting there.

Remus crouched down and shook Alex’s shoulder gently, while James took a more aggressive approach with Sirius. It took about five minutes to get at least one of them (Alex) to be semi-awake. But semi-awake was all it took, because as soon as she realized Sirius’ arm was draped over her and Remus was looking at her square in the eyes, she yelped and immediately shot up from the couch before promptly falling to the floor. She grabbed her head as the impact of the night’s activity hit her, and everything that had happened came rushing back.

“Wow, nice dress,” James commented as he shook Sirius a bit more, before yelling nonsense syllables into his ear.

Alex blinked a couple times, as if trying to gain her bearings, before accepting Remus’ hand and trying to stand up on rather wobbly legs.

“Wow, really nice dress,” James corrected himself as Alex’s full figure came into his view. She smirked back, but grimaced as another stream of pain shot through her body to her head.

Remus chuckled, “Had a bit too much to drink?”

“No…but I wouldn’t refuse some hangover potion…”

“Get me some too…” came the barely audible response from the couch.

“And why exactly would you guys need hangover potion, if you weren’t at the party?” James asked, partly suspiciously and partly accusatorily, but more so very curiously.

Sirius grinned as he sat up, also gripping his head, “Who said we weren’t at a party?”

“Why weren’t we invited?” James replied.

“Well, you had your own party to host, didn’t you? Besides, getting to London with more than two people could have been a bit—“

“London?” Remus repeated, raising an eyebrow. Sirius and Alex exchanged a look and smirk as he summoned his hangover draught from under the bed. Remus and James stared at them in disbelief. “Let me get this straight. You went to detention, then decided to go to London, and came back, all in one night?”