[LOG] Flashback: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin

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Where: The Quidditch Pitch
When: February 2020 (third year)

It wasn't the morning bell that woke Scorpius up, but the sound of laughter and raised voices coming from the common room. Blinking, Scorpius reached for his glasses and threw open the canopy curtains with an annoyed look in his face. It was a Saturday morning, everyone's morning to sleep in. He stalked out of the dormitory room thinking that a well-placed glare or threats of a few cracked heads might quiet down the ruckus in the common room, but by the time he got there, standing in the doorway in his pajamas, he could see that any hope of getting back to sleep would be futile.

The sixth and seventh years, boys and girls alike, had awoken and decked the common room in green and silver banners. Some of them sparkled and shimmered, others just flashed or had moving text and cartoons drawn on them, bearing witty slogans such as "GRYFFINDOR SUCKS SLYTHERIN'S SNAKE" and "GRYFFINDOR WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO FIND A SNITCH IF IT FLEW UP THEIR ARSE." Evidently Scorpius had forgotten that today was the big day that Slytherin played Gryffindor for a shot at the Cup against Hufflepuff. Some clever student had somehow managed to smuggle an entire keg of butterbeer into the common room, and cups were being conjured freely as the students passed around the good cheer. At eight o'clock in the morning.

"Hey, Scorpius!" Inigo Nott, a seventh year, spotted Scorpius in the doorway. He waved his wand and snatched a freshly summoned tankard of the air. "How 'bout some butterbeer before the game?"

Scorpius pushed his glasses up, trying to look severe. "The game doesn't start until eleven, Nott."

Nott shrugged and took a swig out of the tankard in his other hand. Rogir Kerrigor, the Head Boy of Hogwarts walked over and practically jumped on Inigo, throwing a hand about his shoulders and grinned like an idiot at Scorpius.

"Never too early to start a party is what I say!" he said, and raised his mug. "Even if you're just a third year. Cheers to a Slytherin victory, mates!" Everyone in the room with a glass dropped their conversation and shouted, "cheers!" Mugs clinked loudly and butterbeer spilled on the Slytherin rugs as students took swigs and urged each other to "Chug! Chug! Chug!" If the rest of the Slytherin hadn't been awake, they surely were now.

"Here," Nott ran over to keg and refilled both tankards, handing one to Scorpius. "Start your day off on the right foot!" He practically shoved it onto Scorpius's hands and then went off to join a game of Flip Cup, a Muggle drinking game that seemed to have recently caught on at Hogwarts.

Scorpius gingerly took a sip of his butterbeer before walking back down the stairs to his dormitory, the echoes of the party following him all the way to his own bed.