A gust of freezing wind greeted the Mods as Sirius and Remus rushed through the door. November was always chilly, but somehow the outside air felt unconscionably cold in the warm foyer. From deeper inside the hall, past the thick double doors, came the sounds of a party already in progress ( Read more... )

“Why is it that we have to fly to this party rather than Apparate?” asked Remus. He shifted on the seat of the motorbike, shivering in anticipation of the rush of cold wind that would soon be his fate ( Read more... )

“Are you wearing cologne?” asked Remus, wrinkling his nose.

“Well, it is a party,” replied Sirius. Raising an eyebrow, he laughed softly to himself and ran his hands over his velvet dress robes. Despite some rather distressing childhood memories, Sirius adored velvet. It was soft and smooth, like the underbelly of certain puppies ( Read more... )