Wristbands | Sirius Black [1]

Chapter Thirty-Four

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[Chapter Thirty-Four: Wristbands]

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The ball was going amazingly for Aspen, she was like she were high on serendipity. Sirius was that serendipity, and she was happy he was. She was a bit tipsy—haven drunk a glass or two of the fire whiskey-downed fruit punch. Though, luckily, she could hold her alcohol down, allowing her to continue the night without a problem from her slightly fuzzy mind.

      Peter, on the other hand, wasn't doing so good. He only had about two drinks and he couldn't stand straight anymore. His date, who always ran away from them whenever they got near, had to hold him up most of the night. She didn't look sad about it, although, she hadn't looked delighted either.

"Maybe we should help him back to your dorm," Aspen suggested to Sirius, watching Peter puke into a decorative plant. They were all sitting at a table, all including Sirius, Aspen, James, Lily, Remus, Wendy, and Marlene. Marlene's date was talking to Peters date as the poor girl rubbed Peters back during his jousts of puke.

Marlene was late to the ball, about an hour had already passed before she and her date arrived with happy grins on their faces. Marlene's date wore a white tuxedo, black bow in the middle—Marlene wore Peters black tuxedo with a white bow in the middle. Most people found it cute, but, of course, there were the ones who couldn't help but stare at it with scared looks on their faces. Disgusted by women wearing mans clothing.

       "He did that to himself," Sirius said, leaning back into his chair. "he knows he can't hold his liquor, I don't understand why he even tried."

      "I think he wanted to impress his date," Lily said, James was playing with her arm that was laid on his lap. He was also slightly drunk, but at the same time he was perfectly sober. It confused Aspen because she could never tell with the boy. "I overheard him and her fighting earlier over how many drinks they could drink before getting pissed drunk."

      "Poor Wormtail," Remus said as Peter then fell into the plant, covering his face in his own vomit. "Nothing ever goes right for that kid."

      "Rem, he's older than you," Wendy reminded with an amused smirk, and Remus' face went from pity to annoyance. "He's like a dad to you Rem-Rem, or should I say— grandpa Rem-Rem, you little infant."

      "Wendy, Remus is older than you by two months," Aspen reminded and Wendy's face scowled. Remus' face morphed into what hers previously was. "So . . Remus would be the grandpa for you—how does it feel dating your grandpa? Incest-y?"

       "Fun fact," James slurred, looking up from Lily's arm. "Sirius was conceived yhrouth incest. His dads his cousin and his dad, same with his mum."