She wasn’t prepared for the raucous noise to almost burst her eardrums. The party was already in full swing, with some of the attendees drunk or on their merry way there, and the music was nothing but reverberating and bouncing off the walls of the spacious room. It had been metamorphosed too, with the set of furniture mostly gone and substituted by some couches lined up by the walls and Slytherin banners and little snakes floating up under the ceiling. They weren’t the only things floating around–there were also trays with Butter Beer and Fire Whisky and some other weird-looking cocktails.