waaaay backdated to Nov 1

[lechiennoir]

Who: Sirius Black, the Marauders, whoever else wants in.
What: It is the birthday of one Mssr. Padfoot. Shenanigans will ensue.
Where: Probably around. Generally the Dog House, or the Leaky Cauldron
When: November 3
Warning: It's Sirius' birthday. There will probably be lots of shenanigans.
Status: Incomplete




It's not every day Sirius Black turns twenty-one. Sure, seventeen is more of a big deal in their world, but twenty-one? Still fairly important. He expects the best from his friends, but then again, he always does. (Part of the trouble of being born a Black, you see, one gets used to expensive tastes and gifts.) It's not all celebration all day, however. He's up early to do a bit of work on his motorbike, mainly tuning her up, and then off to hunt for more jobs or attempt to charm his way into working at the Ministry.

Later, however, he can be found at the Leaky Cauldron, cheerily awaiting the arrival of his friends. He's sent out a MIAVI earlier, so if you were one of the lucky ones to receive it, please join him. He awaits presents and drunken shenanigans, and judging by past Marauder parties, there will likely be a lot of those in store.

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[wolfymcwolf]

When Remus arrives, he looks a little worse for wear. It's the day before the full moon, after all, but he won't let that stop him from enjoying birthday festivities. In theory. He falls heavily into a chair at the table Sirius is waiting at, trying to decide whether his stomach would allow for the kind of food the Leaky Cauldron serves or not. Probably not. Definitely not. He's not very hungry anyway.

"Happy Birthday, Sirius." He nods to the birthday boy himself, smiling a little. Hopefully by now Sirius has learned to lower his gift expectations significantly when it comes to one Remus Lupin. He certainly can't manage anything grand or expensive. "I almost dread to ask what you have planned for tonight."

[lechiennoir]

Well, he could maybe scrounge up some soup if Remus is down for it. Something simple, in any case. He gives Remus a smile, knowing what time of the month it is, also -- yes, having learned to lower his expectations. He's just happy to get presents from Remus, in all honesty.

"Shenanigans, of course," he replies cheerfully. "If you're up for them, at least."

[likedietrich]

Marlene knows well enough that the best part of the party is when the boys wander back to their own home from the Leaky Cauldron (also, frankly, she's a single girl in wizarding London - the Leaky Cauldron feeds her more nights than not, and she could use a break). So she skips that part, and can be found flopped on the couch dressed in something, well, short. Someone, somewhere has given her a beer. Somewhere there's a pair of Quidditch tickets tucked where they aren't likely to be lost. Happy Birthday, Sirius. She'll probably remember to give them to you if you wander by.

Right now, though, she seems to have her feet propped up on the table where she might be admiring her shoes or might be contemplating where James has probably hidden the good whiskey. She gives whoever's next to her a sidelong look. "What's the likelihood that we're going to accidentally take out the entire house tonight, do you think?"

Look. It's Sirius Black's twenty-first birthday. She's just saying.

[lechiennoir]

"Hopefully not very, I doubt the new lot want to be out on the streets so soon." He leans over to give Marlene a fond cheek-kiss, grinning, all sprawled out and likely half-drunk himself -- if not well on his way to it. "Hallo, did you wander in when I was somewhere else?"

[likedietrich]

Marlene smirks a little and lifts her bottle in a vague salute. "James let me in," she says. "I'd say you were off making yourself pretty, but that's never been your thing, has it?"

[lechiennoir]

"I'm already pretty enough, aren't I?" He grins again, mostly-fake preening. "'Least that's what I've already heard."

[pronged]

Normal people wait until the morning to wish their best mate a happy birthday. But then the friendship between James Potter and Sirius Black hasn't been normal since the day they met. So when the clock strikes midnight, Mssr Black can expect to find himself with a lapful of best friend who may be trying to smother him, may be giving him a lap dance, might just be attempting to recreate the kind of hug an octopus would give. Hard to say. Doesn't really matter.

"You seem wiser already," James declares with a firm nod. "Though your hairline is a bit thinner. Tough luck, mate."