All right, this was just the first thing that came to my mind when I skimmed over my list of remaining words and I think it turned out all right. The idea just kind of popped into my head and I thought 'they would totally do that' so I just went with it! Also, I want to thank my reviewers again- you guys are seriously amazing. And it's always a wonderful feeling to get an email that someone followed/favorited my work! So, thank you!

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Formal

James hated these stupid Ministry affairs, and he had been to his fair share in his 15 years. That's just what happens when you're Harry Potter's son.

He hated wearing dress robes and the food was always bland and inedible and the formal atmosphere was stifling. The old witches wandering around in their ancient looking robes and their moth-eaten hats and the pompous old wizards laughing at their own jokes and telling stories of their 'glory days' to anyone who crosses their paths were more than annoying.

And James wasn't even old enough to legally drink. Which sucked because a little Firewhisky would make things so much easier.

So he sat between Lily, who was fidgeting in the frilly dress that their aunt Fleur had gotten her for her birthday, and Al who looked downright uncomfortable in his black dress robes, and watched all the party-goers dressed in their fanciest robes gliding around on the dance floor to the boring music. His parents were pushing through the crowd to get a drink from the bar, Teddy and Victoire were laughing as they danced wildly through all the older couples who were giving them snobbish looks, his uncle George led Roxanne around on his feet, Rose and Hugo were sitting on the other side of the table arguing about some trivial music fact like they always seemed to be doing. He shivered unpleasantly when he saw his uncle Ron and aunt Hermione snogging in a dark corner.

James sighed and poked at the rubbery chicken that sat on his plate. This thing really couldn't end soon enough. When he looked up again Rose and Hugo were getting to their feet excitedly, whatever disagreement they were having suddenly unimportant.

"All right- are you lot ready to go?"

James grinned and jumped up from his seat, his siblings doing the same. They followed their parents outside, out into London, and down the street a bit.

It was late, but this was London after all, so the streets were full of people pointing at the strangely dressed group making its way down the street. James hardly noticed, though, because their destination was in sight. Challenging Al to a race, he sped off down the sidewalk, his brother not far behind, and barged into a pizza place he had come to know quite well. As soon as the door opened he was bombarded by noise and lots of red hair.

The rest of his family was already present and James took his usual seat at a table with Louis and Fred.

It seemed that none of the members of the Weasley clan enjoyed the Ministry to-do's because it had been the tradition, long before James was even born, to cut out early and head to this same pizza place for a more casual party. James found that he didn't even mind the dress robes so much as he bit into a slice of cheesy pizza. He looked around and smiled. Teddy and Victoire were dancing with Lily and Rose to a classic rock song playing on the old jukebox, Al and Hugo were having a pizza eating contest, his uncles Charlie and Bill were singing a rather sloppy rendition of some old pub song, and his parents were laughing with uncle Ron and aunt Hermione. Even his uncle Percy was- most unwisely- taking a shot of some kind of alcohol with his uncle George. The night was spent talking and laughing despite the boring 'party' they had just come from.

James hated formal affairs, but he went anyway- even after his parents had stopped making him- because of the party that always followed.

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