Summary
"Of course James would never dare miss out on a good party. The thing, of course, is that Slughorn's parties aren't parties. When James thinks of a party, he thinks of a debaucherous night spent, well, partying. Marauding. Waking up with a pet hippogriff and not knowing how it ended up in your dorm, only knowing that it is a great cuddler. That kind of partying." est. L/J fut. R/S