The large group of friends settled down in the stands, all dressed in yellow, supporting the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team in their match against Slytherin. Out of all of them, Sirius was the one dressed up the most due to his immense hatred of the green-coloured house.
As the Hufflepuff team soared into the air on their broomsticks, the commentator's voice echoed through the stadium. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the match of the century! Hufflepuff versus Slytherin! I hope you've all brought your earplugs because it's about to get loud!"
Mary nudged Roselyn, pointing towards Sirius. "Look at him, he's practically wearing a Hufflepuff robe!" she whispered, stifling a giggle. Roselyn chuckled and shook her head.
The commentator's voice continued, laced with sarcastic enthusiasm, "And here comes Slytherin! Oh, what a charming bunch they are. I can smell the arrogance from here, folks!"
"Mr Jordan!"
"Sorry, Minnie," he chuckled at her tone, ignoring her remarks. Roselyn noticed McGonagall sighing and shaking her head desperately.
As the match began, the commentator's voice boomed, "And the game is on!" Roselyn and Sirius jumped to their feet in excitement. Remus, who was sitting beside his sister, sighed at the two's eagerness. He then noticed James, who was standing next to Sirius, looking far more mental than the pair.
"Go, Hufflepuff! Go!" the spectacled boy cheered.
Meanwhile, the Hufflepuff Chasers were putting on a spectacular display of teamwork, passing the Quaffle with precision and grace. The commentator couldn't resist making a jab, "Slytherin's defence is about as tight as a loose tooth! It's like watching a group of confused nifflers trying to find their way out of a maze."
Sirius let out a raucous cheer, pointing at the Slytherin players. "Oi, watch out for that bludger! I heard they're attracted to green robes. It must be their Slytherin sense of fashion!" In response to his comment, Barty Crouch Jr sent a bludger flying towards Sirius, only to be caught only inches from his face by a Hufflepuff.
"Bloody mental, the lot of you!" Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
As the game intensified, the commentator's insults grew bolder. "Is it just me, or does Slytherin's Keeper have a better chance of catching a unicorn than stopping a Quaffle? Maybe they should give him a cauldron instead of a broomstick!"
The yellow-coloured section of the stands erupted in laughter while the Slytherins scowled. McGonagall snapped at the boy, warning him about his remarks. "Alright, alright. Sorry, Minnie!" he brushed her off before giving his full attention to the match.
"Looks like Black, Slytherin's seeker, had spotted the snitch!" he exclaimed as everyone turned to look at the younger Black sibling. "Really fit the Black siblings, aren't they? Must have great genes." The crowd erupted in cheers, howls, and chuckles
"Mr Jordan! Focus on the match!"
"Sorry, Minnie. But they're too good looking, it's distracting!"
As the game continued and grew intense, Roselyn and Sirius were impossible to talk to. "That's foul!" Roselyn yelled, cupping both her hands around her mouth. "Utter rubbish!" Sirius chimed in, both their brows furrowed.
"Calm down, you two. You look like you're about to burst any second now," Remus chuckled from beside his sister, earning two harsh glares from the pair.
In the end, Hufflepuff emerged victorious, their team's Seeker snagging the Snitch right out from under Slytherin's nose. The stands erupted in jubilation as the commentator grumbled, "And Hufflepuff has caught the snitch! Hufflepuff wins!"
The group of friends cheer as they walk down the stands, making their way towards their common room. A few of Peter's Hufflepuff friends had invited them to celebrate their victory in their common room.
"Oi, Lyn!" Sirius shouted. "You coming or what? I need my partner in crime to help me roast those Slytherins!"
"Yeah, right behind you, you numpty!" she laughed, shaking her head as they joined the throng heading toward the Hufflepuff common room.
As they walked, Roselyn glanced back to see James hanging slightly behind the group. "James, are you coming or what?" Remus called out. "Yeah, yeah, I'm on it!" James replied, forcing a grin and catching up.
Sirius draped an arm around Roselyn, his excitement infectious. "Can you believe it? Hufflepuff, of all teams! I might have to rock a yellow scarf—embrace the Hufflepuff life!"
"Please don't," Remus said, rolling his eyes. "We'd never hear the end of it."
When they finally reached the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, a wave of noise and cheer hit them. Balloons bounced around, and the room was decked out in yellow. "Right, who's gonna do shots with me?" Sirius asked, facing the whole group. Roselyn looks behind Sirius and spots Andrew who was already waving at her to come. "Rosie Pooh?"
"Sorry, I'm just going to hang with Andrew for a while?" Sirius did a fake-shock expression in response. "What?! My Rosie Pooh Bear is leaving me!"
"Oh, piss off," Roselyn rolled her eyes with a small smirk as she walked towards Andrew.
"Hey!" Andrew grinned, pulling her into a quick hug. "Did you see that last goal? Proper magic!"
"It was mental!" she replied, her excitement bubbling as they found a quieter corner, surrounded by the revelry. "Honestly, I thought I was gonna burst with excitement!" Roselyn said, grinning as she settled next to Andrew, who was still buzzing from the game.
"Right? Hufflepuff totally smashed it! I reckon we should get a round in to celebrate," he suggested, glancing back towards the bar area where Sirius was rallying everyone for shots."Sounds like a plan," Roselyn replied, feeling a rush of warmth at being close to him. She leaned in slightly, catching a glimpse of Sirius, who was dramatically pretending to weep as he poured a shot into his mouth.
"Bloody hell, Black.. Don't drown in your sorrows just yet, I'm here now, innit?" Roselyn chuckled. "Pour us a round," Andrew called out, laughing. Sirius raised his glass in mock salute, and the two burst into laughter.
The atmosphere was electric, and as the drinks started flowing, the common room felt even more vibrant. Students were dancing, chanting Hufflepuff songs, and the smell of fire whiskey wafted through the air. Roselyn was dancing with Andrew, his hands on her waist. Remus had left an hour or so ago to smoke with some Hufflepuffs.
"Here's to Hufflepuff!" Sirius yelled, raising his glass high, clearly well past tipsy. The room erupted in cheers, and Roselyn couldn't help but laugh as he spilled some firewhiskey all over himself.
"Proper legend, mate!" Andrew said, clinking his glass against Sirius's. "You're living your best life!"
"Absolutely! Who needs Slytherin's doom and gloom when you've got us?" Sirius shot back, grinning as he swayed slightly.
Roselyn felt the electric energy in the air, her heart racing at the excitement around her. She turned to Andrew, who had that easy smile that made her feel warm inside. "Wanna grab another drink? I think they've got some fire whiskey left!"
"Lead the way, Rosie!" he said, and they wove through the crowd, laughter and music swirling around them.
As they poured themselves drinks, Roselyn felt a rush of warmth and confidence. "Cheers to Hufflepuff and a bloody brilliant match!" she said, raising her cup.
"Cheers!" Andrew replied, his gaze lingering on her lips.
After they finished their drinks, Roselyn leaned in slightly, her voice low. "Do you want another one? I've got a feeling tonight could get even better." Andrew's eyes lit up. "Absolutely. But I've got a better idea," he said, stepping closer. "How about we find a quieter spot instead?" Roselyn simple smirked in response as he grabbed her hand.
They moved away from the crowd, slipping into a cozy corner of the common room where the noise faded into a distant hum. The air felt charged, and Roselyn could see the mischief in Andrew's eyes.
"Just us now," he said, his voice dropping as he leaned in closer.
"Just us," she echoed, her heart racing.
Before she could think, Andrew closed the distance, his lips crashing against hers. It was a kiss filled with heat and excitement, and Roselyn melted against him, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
"Blimey," Andrew murmured against her lips, his breath warm and inviting. "This is definitely more fun than shots."
Roselyn laughed softly as Andrew's hand tightened around hers, pulling her closer. The playful, gentle energy between them shifted into something deeper, more urgent. The noise of the party seemed even more distant now, almost forgotten, as they stood in their small corner, hidden from the rest of the room.
Andrew's eyes darkened with intent, and Roselyn felt her breath catch. Without another word, he cupped her face and kissed her again, but this time it was different—hotter, hungrier. The kiss was filled with an urgency neither of them could hold back any longer, and Roselyn responded instantly, pressing herself against him as their lips moved together in a fevered rhythm.
Her hands slid up his chest, tugging at the fabric of his jumper as she pulled him closer, needing to feel more of him. Andrew's hands roamed her sides, his touch sending a shiver down her spine as his fingers grazed the bare skin under her shirt. There was a wild energy between them, something uncontrollable, and they both knew it.
Roselyn broke the kiss just long enough to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked up at him, her lips swollen from the intensity. "Let's go somewhere else," she murmured, her voice husky.
Andrew nodded, his gaze full of desire. Without another word, they slipped out of the common room, making sure no one noticed as they moved through the dimly lit corridors. The quiet of the castle at night was almost eerie, but Roselyn barely noticed, her mind focused entirely on him.
They stumbled into an empty classroom, the door clicking shut behind them. The second they were alone, Andrew was on her again, pinning her against the wall with a heated kiss. His hands tangled in her hair as he pressed his body against hers, and Roselyn could feel the heat radiating between them. She moaned softly against his lips, the sound spurring him on as his hands explored her body, sliding under her shirt, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Roselyn's fingers fumbled with the hem of his jumper, pulling it over his head in one swift motion before tossing it aside. Andrew's lips moved to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hands slid lower, gripping her hips and lifting her slightly so she could wrap her legs around him. The sensation of being so close to him, of his body pressed against hers, was overwhelming.
Their kisses became messier, more frantic, as the tension between them grew. Andrew's hands moved lower, gripping her thighs as he pressed her harder against the wall, their bodies moving in sync. Roselyn's head tilted back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he kissed a trail down her neck, his hands never stopping their exploration.
"God, Rosie," Andrew groaned against her skin, his voice rough with desire. "I've wanted this for so long."
His words sent a thrill through her, and Roselyn responded by pulling him even closer, her hands roaming his bare chest, feeling every muscle beneath her fingertips. There was no holding back now—no hesitation, no second thoughts. Just them, tangled up in each other, lost in the heat of the moment.
