Straight after dinner, Florence whisked Poppet, Jocelyn and Roxanne up to the dorms to get ready for the party. It seemed a bit extreme for a party that would be taking place in the common room where some of the attendees would be eleven, but Poppet decided to let Florence have her moment. Plus, Poppet was excited to be one of the guests of honour at this Quidditch party.

"Does this to show much leg?" Florence said, stepping into the middle of the room in a short, tight, black skirt and a white t-shirt. Poppet looked down at the skinny jeans and jumper she had on and frowned. She wasn't even planning on wearing shoes to this thing.

"Just don't bend over," Roxanne advised, "Otherwise we might be able to see what you had for breakfast."

Jocelyn and Poppet laughed but Florence seemed to take this as sincere advice.

"James told me that Tobias and Blane have firewhisky," Jocelyn enthused.

"Firewhisky? How they hell did they get that?" Roxanne asked.

"They're seventeen, aren't they? Snuck it back into the castle from the Hogs Head two weeks ago! It's in Butterbeer bottles – they decanted it," Jocelyn explained.

"Wild," Poppet muttered.

The four girls walked down the stairs and into the common room which was buzzing with people. Large plates of party food were the central attraction to the party. Greedy first years shovelled sausage rolls into their mouths, excited to have the freedom of eating food that wasn't in the Great Hall.

Poppet noticed James leaning against a wall with a bottle of what she assumed was Firewhisky in a Butterbeer bottle. He was chatting to two fifth year girls, presumably about the match. They seemed to be lapping up what they were saying, looks of awe in their eyes. Roxanne caught Poppet's eye and they shared a smile. Poppet walked over to the table of 'Butterbeers' that was being manned by Tobias.

"Do you want Butterbeer or Firewhisky, ladies?" He noticed their wary stares and quickly added, "Don't worry - we're only giving it to sixth and seventh years! We're not totally irresponsible!"

"Reassuring!" Roxanne laughed.

With a coy smile, Tobias handed over four dusty bottles to the girls and they each took a sip. Yep, that was Firewhisky. It felt like it was burning her throat at first but then it was comfortably warm and she quickly finished the whole bottle. She wasn't the only one; Florence had gone in for a second bottle already.

The party raged on for little over fifteen minutes before James Potter was stood on the table, hitting his wand against his bottle of drink and clearing his throat ready to make a speech. His sudden appearance on the table was greeted by many whoops and cheers from the members of Gryffindor house. "A long time ago," he said, "my father, Harry Potter, was seeker and captain of this Quidditch team. And now, I get to carry on that legacy. Today, we beat those slimy Slytherins and I couldn't be more thrilled. Here's to the Quidditch team!"

Before Poppet knew it, Tobias had hoisted her onto his shoulder and she laughed as she was spun around. James had pulled Rose and Albus onto the table with him and had his hands on their shoulders. Poppet looked around to see that Florence was perched on Blane's shoulders, her eyes wild and her face flushed.

"Now," James continued, his voice fighting to be heard of the shouting and cheering, "I think it's time we say goodbye to our first, second and third years and really get this party started!"

"That seems a bit harsh," Poppet said, leaning down to talk to Tobias.

"It's custom!" He shouted back to her.

Poppet cheered with the others while waving the younger students goodbye. She felt really bad but having eleven year olds at a party with Firewhisky really wasn't ideal. Before she knew it, she'd already drunk two more bottles and her legs were starting to feel the effect. She danced and sang at the top of her voice with Roxanne and Jocelyn. They would have had Florence with them but she had got her wish. She was in the corner of the room with Blane snogging his face off.

Albus and Rose came up to Poppet as they were dancing to a song by the Weird Sisters. "We're going to bed," Rose said, fighting to be heard over the row that the Gryffindor students were making.

"Goodnight!" Poppet sang. She noticed that it was really only the older students around now. She continued to dance and drink, her head feeling light and her legs feeling even lighter.

Tobias grabbed Poppet's waist, "Let's dance, Pops!"

She nodded and they swayed together to the music, laughing and joking together. Poppet almost bent over double when Tobias attempted the worm. They continued to dance for what seemed like ages before their attention was drawn to something else. James had stood up onto the same table he had made his speech on. "TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!" The crowd that gathered around him were chanting and he was smirking. Poppet had never seen a smile so coy on anyone before.

Without hesitation, James took his shirt on. His pale, bare torso was now in everyone's eye line. The crowd whooped and cheered some more. James laughed as Blane climbed up onto the table and wrote "CAPTAIN ASSHOLE" on his chest with a red marker. James looked down at his chest and playfully pushed Blane off the table, his smile not fading. The crowd were rowdy and urging James to take off his jeans as well. James' smile faltered but it didn't fade. He obliged, playing to the crowd, and took his jeans off. Everyone clapped and cheered.

James hopped off of the table in nothing but a pair of navy blue boxer shorts. "Your turn," He smirked at Blane who proceeded to do exactly the same thing. Before long, all 3 older boys on the Quidditch team were semi-naked. Poppet looked for Florence. She appeared quite flustered to see Blane very exposed in front of her.

"Your turn," Roxy smirked and pushed Poppet forward. "You have to do it! It's tradition!"

Boy, this house sure did have some weird traditions. Poppet climbed onto the table, with a little help from Roxanne and Jocelyn who steadied her. At Beauxbatons, Poppet was known for this kind of thing. Here, she had built up a good image for herself. Normally, Poppet wouldn't have dared tarnish that but the Firewhisky that was surging through her veins had other ideas. The crowd clapped and cheered as Poppet removed her jumper. They urged her to remove her jeans and she did so, her large grin never stopping. Florence followed suit and soon the entire Quidditch team – bar Rose and Albus, obviously – were in their underwear. Poppet was mildly miffed that she hadn't worn cuter underwear. Her plain white pants and polka dot t-shirt bra were hardly the most attractive. Florence, who clearly knew this was going to happen, had a black laced bra and panties on.

"Looking good, Hastings," James slurred, placing his arm on her shoulder. She shrugged him off and he laughed, thrusting another Firewhisky in her hands. She took a sip and smirked at him.

"I could say the same for you," Poppet grinned. She had to admit, James did have a pretty nice body. She'd regret saying this in the morning as she could almost see his head inflating but the Firewhisky had deafened the part of her brain that allowed her to care.

"I saw you and the Tobster getting friendly earlier," James said, "Made me a little jealous."

"You're a charmer," she laughed.

"I see Flo got it on with Blane at last," James hiccupped and lazily pointed to the corner of the room where they stood, Blane's arm slung casually over Florence's shoulder while they talked to Lars and Tom.

"Hopefully this means she'll be able to talk to him now without going the shade of a ripe tomato," Poppet giggled and James laughed too. They laughed for longer than they usually would. "Have parties here always been this wild?"

"Oh, fuck no!" James said, "My cousin, Fred, created this kind of party scene. He's fucking mental."

Poppet laughed. Her evening just seemed to be full of her laughing extra hard at everyone's jokes, including her own. "I love it. I hope we win every Quidditch match forever now."

"See where my motivation comes from?"

It was a blur to Poppet how their conversation ended. She assumed they just danced together until they were intercepted by the rest of the group. Poppet wrapped her arms around Florence's neck and they jumped around together in what they assumed to be dancing. Hysterically laughing, Florence fell to the floor. Poppet soon joined her, her eyes watering from the amount of laughing she'd been doing. She couldn't even remember what was funny. She just remembered ending up on the floor in her underwear laughing loudly with her best friends.

She felt a vice grip on her wrists pull her up and she came face to face with James. "Steady," He smiled and she laughed some more, her mouth almost ached for it had not relaxed from smiling for the whole night. She was on top of the world. A bottle of Firewhisky smashed somewhere in the room. Poppet didn't stop dancing.

Next thing she knew she was back on Tobias' shoulders and James was back on the table, another bottle of drink in her hand. She hadn't partied like this for months. She raised her arms above her head and whooped at the top of her voice for no real reason. Memories flooded back to her from her Beauxbatons days. Parties there started at midnight in the greenhouses. Similar to this set up, a charm was used so nothing could be seen or heard from the outside and they would party until four in the morning on some Saturday nights. Poppet always found herself in the arms of some deliciously attractive French guy. Tonight she found herself in the arms of James Potter, but not in a romantic way.

Somehow, she had gotten up onto the table. Naturally, with all the Firewhisky that was pumping through her veins, she had lost her balance and slipped of the table. However, she found herself not hitting the floor but instead landing in James' arms. He was clumsy and bumbling but he had caught her. "I told you to keep steady. Stay off slippery surfaces, Hastings."

She nodded, still not quite understanding what was going on.

The party seemed to break up around 2am. Poppet hadn't noticed everyone going to bed but she looked around and saw that hardly anyone else was in the common room. After her table incident, everyone had sobered up, dressed and put on their clothes again. Poppet, Florence, Roxanne, Jocelyn, Blane, Tobias, James and another sixth year boy called Adam were all sat on the floor by the fire in the common room, drinking Butterbeer and pumpkin juice and eating the left over cake.

Poppet's head still felt light and she was still blurting out things she'd never dream of saying but she felt more stable now, at least.

"Enjoyed your first Gryffindor party, Pops?" Roxanne asked.

"I loved it," Poppet smirked, "Let's do it every Saturday!"

James laughed, "This isn't Beauxbatons, Hastings."

"I bet that has a mad party scene," Adam muttered.

"It does. Every Saturday we used to party in this empty, abandoned greenhouse. We'd use a charm so nobody could hear anything from outside and you could only come via invitation. Madame Maxine and the rest of the staff had no idea we were having raves on school premises every weekend. And we were French so the alcohol was practically on tap."

"Wow," said the group in unison.

"I don't miss much about Beauxbatons, but I miss that," Poppet admitted. "Although tonight was wild. I never got partially naked at a Beauxbaton's party!"

Everyone laughed. "I was expecting you to say no, to be honest," Tobias confessed.

"Why?" Poppet quipped.

"You seem like the more conservative type," Tobias said, quietly.

Poppet nearly laughed. If these people in front of her knew her past, they 100% would not be murmuring in agreement right now. She was almost offended that the closest friends she'd ever had thought she was conservative. "If you knew me six months ago, you would not be saying that." She didn't want to give too much away about her past. Some things were best left untouched.

"Time for bed, I feel," Roxanne yawned.

Everyone stood up and made the rounds hugging one another and saying goodnight. Reluctantly, Poppet dragged herself up the stairs to bed. As she lay awake, all she could think about were the comments about her conservative nature. Hogwarts Poppet was definitely different to Beauxbatons Poppet – but was Hogwarts Poppet boring? She sighed, rolling over. Maybe she should let a few of her old colours shine through. Not many, but just a few.

AN: So, Florence and Blane seem to be a thing that's happening now. Do we like? Poppet let her hair down tonight! What do you think? Anyone you're shipping her with yet? Keep reviewing and letting me know! I love updating everyday. It makes me feel like a good writer. Ha ha.