sat down begrudgingly next to Ron, who was staring at the paper Muggle money in his
hands, trying to figure out which denomination was which.
Music began to play through speakers installed in the corners of the room, and all
eyes widened as a curvy, blond Muggle stepped in wearing an incredibly short, grey pleated
skirt, a tightly-fit, white button down top beneath an equally tight grey jumper.
Every man was grinning save for Sirius, whose mouth fell open at the colours of
the tie the woman was wearing: bronze and blue.
One look at Remus told him exactly what had happened. "Oh... that meddling,
manipulative, brilliant witch," he said in awe at the sight of the Ravenclaw-clad Muggle
stripper who sauntered close to him, swinging a leg over his lap, straddling his waist.
Sirius grimaced and turned his head away from her as though she were infected with
Spattergroit.
Remus looked like he could barely breathe as he watched Sirius struggle not to
accidentally touch the woman, who tried—with great enthusiasm—to dance for him.
When she finally gave up, saying what a sweet and loyal man he was, she made her way
over to the younger men in the room, eagerly accepting Ron's folded notes in the waistband
of her blue knickers.
Sirius put his head in his hands and leant forward, laughing.
Remus laughed and patted him on the back. "You don't even want to look at her
anymore, do you?"
Still chuckling into his palms as he kept his vision completely obscured, Sirius said,
"My future bride is a Legilimens, what the fuck do you think?"
When the men all returned to Potter Manor, they found a note written in sloppy
penmanship and stained with spilt firewhisky that read:
Boys,
Went dancing.Neville went home early, needing to start his internship the next morning with
Professor Sprout. Harry, Ron, and Draco were sitting in separate large chairs in the drawing