come one, come all to Lupin's Lupercalia!
The bar is stocked, there's dance music on the gramophone (or Lupin's idea of dance music, which is mostly old swing 78's), and he's wearing his best suit, which will no doubt be completely sodden with liquor by the end of the evening. The house elves have outdone themselves with an array of hor d'oeuvres laid out beautifully on plates set up around the common room. Lupin straightens his tie, takes a swig of Captain Sparrow's rum (which he's become strangely fond of), and waits for the guests to arrive.