#plz imagine James covered in juice practically screaming “Welcome!” in Regulus' face

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@jegulus-microfic - June 7: Welcome- words-361

James was dancing with his arms up in the air, swaying with his friends in the Gryffindor common room. The music was blaring and the room was packed. Everyone was singing, dancing, drinking, sweating. Laughter rang through the room, conversation swelled in the background. It was the first party of the year and it was living up to the marauders’ reputation. James heaved a happy sigh, bringing his arms down to fan himself with his hands.

“It’s so hot in here!” He shouted to Sirius over the music. “I’m going to get a drink.”

Sirius nodded and turned to throw his arms around Remus. James walked to the tables across the room filled with drinks and snacks. He grabbed a colorful drink with lots of ice and chugged half of it down. He leaned against the wall and took some deep breaths, pressing the cool glass to his forehead. He looked to the opposite side of the room and saw Peter and Pandora on the couch, drunkenly twirling their fingers above their heads to the music. James shook his head with a laugh. Bringing his cup back to his lips, his eyes flicked to the door as more people came in. The group started to pass him and James choked, spilling bright blue liquid onto his shirt.

Regulus Black turned towards the sound and gave him a once over.

“Welcome!” James spluttered, practically shouting. He winced, knowing his brain would play this moment over and over later to torment him.

Regulus snorted and walked into the party. “Ok, Potter.”

James watched him go with his mouth hanging open slightly. He hadn't seen Reg since last year and he was pretty sure he hadn't looked like that back then. James was a little breathless, still standing there frozen. Suddenly Sirius was by his side, shaking his shoulders.

“Whatcha starin at?” Sirius asked, looking around. “And what the hell is all over you?” He laughed incredulously.

Sirius grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back out to dance without waiting for an answer. James looked at his best friend, glanced back at Regulus, and looked at Sirius again.

“Well shit,” he murmured.