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"What's up, bitches! Who's ready to do some karaoke," Sirius yelled as he busted through James and Regulus' door, alcohol in one arm, candy for the kids in the other.

“Uncle Pads!” Harry yelled down the stairs, his child form running down the stairs and tackling Sirius into a hug.

“How's my favorite nephew doing?” He asked, grinning.

“I'm your only nephew!” Harry laughed out as Sirius started tickling him.

“What? No hug for me?” Remus asked, teasing Harry.

“Uncle Moony!” Harry said, latching onto Remus for a hug before hooking himself onto Sirius again.

“Here, Moons, take this to Reg or James, please,” Sirius asked, handing Remus the alcohol. Remus nodded and made his way towards the kitchen as a bright blonde kid made her way down the stairs and tackled Sirius, a curly-haired brunette close on her heels.

“Rempod! Hey buddy,” Barty said, faintly in the kitchen when Remus walked in, making Sirius chuckle.

“Uncle Sirius!” Luna said, hugging his leg tightly as two other bright red-head kids made their way down the stairs, following close behind their friends, all of them in comfy pajamas.

“Uncle Padfoot!” Hermione said, tripping down the stairs, Sirius luckily catching her by carefully dropping Harry.

“Oh shit, there's five of you,” Sirius said, really only used to three of them. He was still recovering from the sudden adrenaline rush with Hermione falling down.

“Yeah! Dad and Papa brought Ginny and Ron over for us to play with!” Harry said, giggling.

“Can you all keep a secret?” Sirius said, mock whispering as he crouched down to the five kids’ levels.

They all nodded and Sirius held up the big bag of candy.

“I'm giving you all this, this is our secret, now, okay? Don't let your parents know and keep all your mess and trash in the bag; I’ll vanish it all before I leave, okay?” Sirius said.

“Okay!” They all whispered, Hermione grabbing the bag of candy from him.

“Alright, don't get too hyper, now, though. If you get hyper, stay upstairs, okay?”

All of the kids ran upstairs giggling and Sirius heard the door open behind him.

“I know you did not just give those five a big bag of candy,” Peter said, walking in with everyone's chinese takeout.

“Shh, don't snitch on me. If Regulus, Lily or Evan finds out, I'm dead. My ass is on the line. Besides, not like your daughter isn't gonna be responsible and limit them anyways,” Sirius said, walking towards the kitchen with Peter, having grabbed a bag and two of the cupholders from him.

“Fine, but if anyone finds out, I know nothing,” Peter replied, chuckling just as they entered the kitchen. 

“Who's ready for some takeout?”

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“Okay, I'm gonna go get my leftovers, the weed is making me hungry as fuck,” Remus told everyone, getting up and passing his joint to Regulus so it wouldn't go to waste.

“Somebody put the numbers one through..,” Dorcas paused to count. “Twenty-five into a spin wheel so we can determine the order we’re going to go in.” She said this with mainly Lily or Mary in mind.

“On it,” Lily replied, whipping her phone out and doing what Dorcas said.

“Moony, Moons, light of my life, will you please grab mine, as well,” Sirius called after him.

“Okay, anyone else?” He asked, Barty, Marlene and Pandora asking for theirs as well. He walked off as Lily got ready to start spinning the wheel.

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“Now that everyone's back, time to spin the wheel!” Marlene said, cheering.

“And the first number is..,” Lily trailed off, waiting for the wheel to stop on a number. “Number twenty-three! Cass, James, we’re up.”

James started up the music and the three of them took a shot for good luck.

”Se pierde la arena y el mar, ah-ah-ah, ¿taré soñando yo? Se vi tan tropical. El sol está qué quema quiera ma', le dije, ¿Baby, que paso? Pa la aqua hace calor," he sang, moving rhythmically to the music playing as Lily started her chorus.

“Se pierde la arena y el mar, yeah-ah-ah, ¿taré soñando yo? Se vi tan tropical. El sol está qué quema quiera mas, le dije, ¿Baby, que paso? Pa la aqua hace calor,” she sang, ending her chorus for Dorcas to start.

“Gimme more, gimme more. Tell me you want this waistline, dímelo, dímelo. Kiss my skin I won't tell lies, lucky son of a gun, I give you that no stress life, vacation live our best life whenever you want. Boy I need ya like a vacay, need ya like I need ya like a ay-ay, ‘cause we just keep on drinking like we straight from the sea, wet, got a big pussy like my man ain't dripping, if you fuckin' with me then you fancy livin'. Mini jean skirt with the crop top fitted, tell me he don't like when I got panties with it, long hair, wet wave, pantene in it,” she said, coming close to the concluding part of her verse. “Big bag, wallet got mad cheese in it, I don't need a ticket ‘cause I'm past these bitches, get it past these bitches, get it past these bitches like.”

“Se pierde la arena y el mar, ah-ah-ah, ¿taré soñando yo? Se vi tan tropical. El sol está qué quema quiera ma', le dije, ¿Baby, que paso? Pa la aqua hace calor,” James sang, pulling Regulus up off of the couch to dance with him.

“Se pierde la arena y el mar, yeah-ah-ah, ¿taré soñando yo? Se vi tan tropical. El sol está qué quema quiera mas, le dije, ¿Baby, que paso? Pa la aqua hace calor,” Lily sang, laughing at Regulus stepping all over James' toes while dancing.

“Algo natural no tiene compe, donde ella llega sempre rompe, prende algo que quiera quema dolores olvidar, hoy quiere salir a la espera,” the three of them sang, only James and Dorcas singing the last part of it so Lily could breathe for the next verse of hers.

“I love the way that you smile, I love the way that you smell, I love the faces you make when you story-tell,” she sang, gesturing towards her wives on the other sofa, curled up together. “I love the way that you are, I love the things that you do, the things that you do when you think I ain't watchin' you.”

“Se pierde la arena y el mar, ah-ah-ah, ¿taré soñando yo? Se vi tan tropical. El sol está qué quema quiera ma', le dije, ¿Baby, que paso? Pa la aqua hace calor,” James sang, concluding his part of the song.

“Se pierde la arena y el mar, yeah-ah-ah, ¿taré soñando yo? Se vi tan tropical. El sol está qué quema quiera mas, le dije, ¿Baby, que paso? Pa la aqua hace calor,” Lily sang, concluding the song entirely for Dorcas to be able to turn it off.

"Bravo! Bravo! Solid start, who's next, who's gonna be able to beat that epic performance?" Sirius said, taking a sip of his water that Remus had shoved into his hand after about seven shots of some cheap tequila.

Everyone cheered as they sat back down, James making a show of a dramatic bow while Regulus rolled his eyes, grinned and shoved him over, making him fall onto Sirius’ lap.

“Hey, love,” James said, grinning. 

“Hey, babe,” Sirius replied, trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“Is this what being short feels like?” James asked, jokingly, which gained him a punch in the shoulder and him being shoved off onto the floor.

“Okay, who's next? Like, actually,” Evan asked after recuperating from laughing. 

“And the number up next is.. number eight!” Mary said. “Panda, you're up, love.”

“Okay,” Pandora said, smiling as she stood up and stretched, turning the music on.

“Would you like to share your lunch with me, I'd surely be delighted to be the one you give the last Oreo to ,” she started. “ If that's alright with you. Do you wanna sit next to me on the bus home? I told my mom not to pick me up today. I hope that that's okay-ay-ay-ay-ay. ‘Cause this kindergarten crush has got my stomach all twisted, sweeter than sugar, lover, I'm addicted. My brain is doing bunny loops, I'm a disaster. Everything you do just makes my heart beat faster-er.”

“I'm too scared to talk to you, I try to keep my courage, but I end up getting nervous and my face goes blue. You stick to me like every time I wanna tell you how I feel, I raise up, my knees start to shake and the way you look is so unreal,” she continued on, her pale colored, ankle-length skirt and bright scarf around her waist swaying with her as she moved with the music. “You’re my own Achilles heel.”

"And this kindergarten crush has got my stomach all twisted, sweeter than sugar, lover, I'm addicted, my brain is doing bunny loops and I'm a disaster, everything you do just makes my heart beat faster, oh this kindergarten crush is getting me wrong, I, don't know what to do so I wrote you a song and, this thing is going further than originally planned, so, I hope you won't mind if I ask you to hold my.. hand," Pandora finished, reaching her hands out to her wives who pulled her back to the couch as she turned the music off.

"That was sweet, sis," Evan said, fist bumping his sister after she got comfortable again.

"Next number!" Peter said, loud but not loud enough to be classified as yelling.

"The chosen number is.. drumroll please, I'm not announcing until I get it," Barty said, everyone laughing and making drumroll noises in some form.

"Number five! Reggie, get up there!" Barty said, cheering as Regulus got up and started singing.

"Merlin, okay," Regulus said, getting off of the couch and starting his music up as he took a shot of vodka.

"Not even they can stop me now," Regulus started, James cheering loudly for his husband. "Boy, I'll be flying overhead. Their heavy words can't bring me down. Boy, I've been raised from the dead. No one even knows how hard life was. I don't even think about it now because, I finally found you. Oh, sing it to me.”

"Now my life is sweet like cinnamon. Like a fuckin' dream I'm living in, baby, love me 'cause I'm playin' on the radio," Regulus continued, the background vocals making themselves known. "Pick me up and take me like a vitamin, cause my body's sweet like sugar venom, oh yeah, baby love me 'cause I'm playin' on the radio."

The background vocals and the music continued on. 

"'Merican dreams came true somehow. I swore I'd chase until I was dead. I heard the streets were paved with gold, that's what my father said. No one even knows what life was like. Now I'm in L.A. and it's paradise."

"I've finally found you," Regulus said, grabbing James and swaying softly to the song with him. "Oh, sing it to me. Now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a fuckin' dream I'm living in. Baby, love me 'cause I'm playin' on the radio."

"Pick me up and take me like a vitamin, 'cause my body's sweet like sugar venom, oh yeah, baby love me 'cause I'm playin' on the radio. Sweet like cinnamon, like a fuckin' dream I'm living in. Baby, love me 'cause I'm playin' on the radio. Sweet like cinnamon, like a fuckin' dream I'm living in. I've finally found you," Regulus sang, still swaying with James. "Oh sing it to me.”

"Now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a fuckin' dream I'm living in. Baby, love me 'cause I'm playin' on the radio," the final background vocals of the song played as the end of the song neared. "Pick me up and take me like a vitamin, 'cause my body's sweet like sugar venom, oh yeah, baby love me 'cause I'm playin' on the radio. How do you like me now?"

Regulus finished up the song and everyone clapped, James spinning him around and pulling him onto his lap to curl up together when he reached the couch.

"Amazing job, Reg," Remus praised, taking a sip of his bottle of soda.

"For real, awesome job, love," Dorcas said, leaning back on Marlene, both of whom were sitting on the floor.

"Thanks, Rem. Thanks, Cass," Regulus replied, burying his face into the crook of James' neck.

"Next number!" Sirius practically shouted, making a few of the group jump.

"Next number is.. fourteen!" Marlene said, grinning. "Peter, Pandora, your turns!"

"Alright," Pandora said, smiling.

"We got this," Peter said, nudging Pandora as he started the music.

"It's a cautionary tale, of fear and lust and pride based on actual events! Where people died!" Pandora sang, Peter starting right after her.

"No one died. But how far would you go to be popular and hot? Would you resist temptation?"

"No you would not," they sang together.

Pandora started on the next part. "Just admit it, sometimes.."

"Mean is what you are, mean is easier than nice. And though mean can take you far, maybe this will make you think twice!" they sang together.

"Spin, clicker, fosse!" Peter half said, half sang.

"This is a cautionary tale. About corruption and betrayal," they sang.

"And getting hit by a bus!" Peter said, singing the backing vocals as Pandora sang her part.

"You can't buy integrity at the mall," she sang, before Peter rejoined. "It's not for sale!"

"Truth," Peter said.

"This is a cautionary.. tale!" they ended, Peter going higher with the last word on the fifth beat and Pandora going higher four beats after while holding it until the sixteenth beat got to them.  

Everyone cheered, Peter giving a dramatic bow similar to James' before sitting down beside Evan, lacing their fingers together.

“Wormy, fantabulous; Panda, outstanding. Amazing job,” Sirius said, sincere with it but sounding a slight bit sarcastic.

"Who's next?" Remus asked, wrapping his arm around Sirius as they sat together patiently waiting.

"Next number is.. number seven! Mary, you're up!" Marlene said, grinning ear to ear.

"Okay," Mary replied as she got up for her turn, chuckling a little bit as she took a good luck shot while her music got set up.

"Ooh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me. Changed my mind up like it's origami. Ooh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me. Changed my mind up like it's origami. Kiss-kiss-kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me," she started off, her arms coming up to her facial level to show how into the music she was. "Kisses, kisses, to the next ones who think they can live without me. Make up then we break up then they swear they'll never call me. But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes.”

"Happens every time. I don't really mean to be cold but it's how I get. Oh, oh. Me and all my pri-i-i-ide, tryna burn down every damn bridge anytime we can," she kept on, Lily and Barty mouthing the words alongside her singing. “And again.”

“I'm a-, I'm a-, I'm a wild ride that never stops, I'm a-, I'm a-, I'm a hard case they can't unlock. And I-, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough. Let's just say it is what is and was what it was,” Mary sang, concluding her verse, dancing along. “Kiss-kiss-kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me. Kisses, kisses, to the next ones who think they can live without me. Make up then we break up then they swear they'll never call me. But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes.”

“I'm sorry, sorry that you love me. Changed my mind up like it's origami. Ooh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me. Changed my mind up like it's ori- say- say I wanna go there, then I wanna leave. Make another promise that I can't keep. I don't ever know what I want if that's what you want. If you down, well, then don't blame me,” Mary sang, hitting the fast parts with practiced ease from her car rides with Luna after school would let out.

“Breaking it all before it starts, making it all up in my head. I just overshare ‘bout things I never meant. I'm a-, I'm a-, I'm a wild ride that never stops, I'm a-, I'm a-, I'm a hard case they can't unlock. And I-, and I swear I care a lot, just not enough. Let's just say it is what is and was what it was,” Mary continued, the background vocals starting to help her out. “Kiss-kiss-kisses to my exes who don't give a shit about me. Kisses, kisses, to the next ones who think they can live without me. Make up then we break up then they swear they'll never call me. But I still keep their number and their necklace, kisses to my exes.”

“I'm sorry, sorry that you love me. Changed my mind up like it's origami. Ooh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me. Changed my mind up like it's origami,” Mary sang, concluding the last chorus before singing the ending verse. “Kisses to my exes, I know that I did you dirty. Little messed up, little selfish, we ain't married, I ain't thirty. Yeah, we hooked up, then we broke up, then I said you really hurt me. But I still got your number and your necklace. Kisses to my exes.”

Everyone clapped and cheered for her, her wives pulling her down into the couch to snuggle up together until one of them had to sing again.

“Number time! Number time! Number time!” Barty blurted out, waiting as Remus spun the wheel of numbers.

“And the next number is,” Remus started. “Number nine! Dorcas, you're up, again!”

Marlene cheered for her fiancé as she walked up to start her music, smiling at her drunken lover's state of mind and taking in the support.

Taking a shot for good luck, as was mostly custom for their karaoke nights, Dorcas started singing. 

“I can name a couple ways, baby, this shit might go. You just might forget that this was what you're getting hype for. And it might do the things to you, I mean the guy who; he's the one who's sweet enough to shoot to make that high note,” she sang, looking over at Marlene who was mouthing the words with her.

To Marlene, Dorcas’ voice sounded like heaven but better. Like, she would be content to die right now if she was able to hear her gorgeous voice as she went.

But also not content, as she wouldn't be able to hear Dorcas sing until she got there, which could take ages!

“And it's such a difficult thing. Running over a billion men, ooh-ooh-ooh. Running through a difficult place. You don't need no blood on your hands, no-o-o-o-o-o,” she sang. “She's just like candy; she's so sweet. But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry. She's just like candy; she's so sweet but you know that it ain't real. Know that it ain't real.”

“I can be your sugar when you're fiendin’ for that sweet spot. Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat me 'til your teeth rot. I can be your cherry, apple, pecan or your key-lime. Baby I got everything and so much more than she's got,” Dorcas sang, running her hand through her braids. “And it's such a difficult thing. Running over a billion men, ooh-ooh-ooh. Running through a difficult place. You don't need no blood on your hands, no-o-o-o-o-o.”

“She's just like candy; she's so sweet. But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry. She's just like candy; she's so sweet but you know that it ain't real. Know that it ain't real,” Dorcas sang, heading into the bridge to conclude the song. 

“Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper. It's addictive, you know this but you still lick the wrapper. Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper. It's addictive, you know this but you still lick the wrapper.”

“She's just like candy; she's so sweet. But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry. She's just like candy; she's so sweet but you know that it ain't real. Know that it ain't real. She's just like candy; she's so sweet. But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry. She's just like candy; she's so sweet but you know that it ain't real. Know that it ain't real,” Dorcas finished, turing her music off and sitting down beside Marlene.

“Awesome job, love,” Marlene said, kissing Dorcas’ temple as she leaned on her.

“Who's next?” Sirius asked, finishing up his water so Remus would let him take some shots.

“And the number is… number twelve! Rem, Pete, you're up,” Pandora said, looking over Lily's shoulder.

“Bet,” Peter said, getting up, helping Remus up and starting the music.

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo,” Remus started.

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride,” Peter accompanied.

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo,” Remus continued.

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride,” Peter sang along.

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo.”

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride,” they sang together before Peter started the first verse.

“I'm gonna pull you over, pull you under, make your body surrender to mine,” he sang.

“Oh, eh, oh oh,” Remus went along.

“Girl, you can make me suffer, do whatever, ‘cause I know you're one of a kind.”

“Oh, eh, oh oh,” Remus sang.

“Tell me, who can love you?” Peter sang.

“Nobody,” Remus accompanied.

“Hold you?”

“Nobody.”

“Make your body whine,” Peter continued. “Like me.”

“You will never find someone like me,” Remus backed.

“Who can love you.”

“Nobody.”

“Hold you.”

“Nobody.”

“Make your body whine, like me. You will never find someone like me,” Peter finished off.

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo,” Remus sang.

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride,” Peter sang.

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo,” Remus continued.

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride,” they sang, starting the next verse.

“I’ma spin you ‘round, push your buttons, oh, I ain't planning to stop,” Peter sang, putting his all into his performance.

“Oh, eh, oh, oh,” Remus sang.

“Let me take you down to the bottom. Work you all the way to the top.”

“Oh, eh, oh, oh.”

“Tell me, who can love you?” Peter sang.

“Nobody,” Remus sang in the background.

“Hold you?”

“Nobody.”

“Make your body whine, like me,” Peter sang.

“You will never find someone like me,” Remus sang along.

“Who can love you.”

“Nobody.”

“Hold you.”

“Nobody.”

“Make your body whine, like me. You will never find someone like me,” Peter finished.

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo,” Remus sang.

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride,” Peter continued.

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo.”

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride.”

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo.”

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride,” they sang, getting close to the end of the song.

“On top of my love game and you gonna get it tonight,” Peter sang. “I'm focused, I'm ready, girl, I'm gonna give it to you right.”

“I'm gonna pull you over, pull you under, make your body surrender to mine,” he continued. “Girl, you can make me suffer, do whatever. ‘Cause I know you're one of a kind.”

“Oh, eh, oh, oh,” they sang together, concluding the final verse.

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo,” Remus sang.

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride,” Peter leading into the last parts of the last chorus.

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo.”

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride.”

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo.”

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride.”

“I wanna boom-bang-bang with your body, oh. We gonna rough it up before we take it slow. Girl, let me rock you, rock you like a rodeo.”

“It's gonna be a bumpy ride,” Peter finished, bowing after they stopped the music.

“Awesome job, love,” Evan said as Barty laid himself across both of his boyfriend's laps.

“Next number!” Sirius said, Lily spinning the wheel.

“Hah, number four. Sirius, you're up,” she said, laughing as Sirius groaned and got up.

“Honestly, I was expecting another Queen or Bowie song,” Regulus asked as Sirius turned his own music on.

“That stupid rule where you can't sing the same songs more than once we have ruined it, this is the next best thing,” Sirius said grumpily as he waited for his entrance.

“You know good and well that’s only a rule because you did the same songs in a row for four consecutive karaoke nights! It was driving everyone insane,” Mary commented, rolling her eyes at Sirius who was still waiting.

“And all I am is a man, I want the world in my hands,” he started. “I hate the beach. But I stand in California with my toes in the sand.”

“Use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure, head in the clouds but my gravity's centered.”

“Touch my neck and I'll touch yours. You in those little high waisted shorts, oh oh oh,” he concluded, leading into the pre-chorus.

“She knows what I think about. And what I think about. One love, two mouths, one love, one house. No shirt, no blouse,” he sang, gesturing to Remus to pull him up and sway with him. “Just us, you find out, nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about.”

“Cause it's too co-o-o-o-o-o-old for you here, and now, so let me ho-o-o-o-o-o-old both your hands in the holes of my sweater,” he sang, finishing the first chorus.

“And if I may just take your breath away. I don't mind if there's not much to say. Sometimes the silence guides a mind to move to a place so far away.”

“The goosebumps start to raise the minute that my left hand meets your waist. And then I watch your face, put my finger on your tongue ‘cause you love the taste, yeah,” he sang.

“And these hearts adore everyone the other beats hardest for. Inside, this place is warm, outside it starts to pour,” he continued. “Oh, coming down. One love, two mouths, one love, one house, no shirt, no blouse.”

“Just us, you find out nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about at all, all, a-a-a-all,” Sirius sang. “‘Cause it's too co-o-o-o-o-o-old for you here. And now, so let me ho-o-o-o-o-o-old both your hands in the holes of my sweater.”

“‘Cause it's too co-o-o-o-o-o-old for you here, and now, so let me ho-o-o-o-o-o-old both your hands in the holes of my sweater. Woah, oh oh, oh oh,” Sirius finished off for the interlude.

“Woah, woah, oh oh oh oh oh. Woah, woah oh oh oh oh oh oh. Woah oh oh, woah oh oh oh oh oh oh. Woah, woah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. Woah woah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.”

“'Cause it's too co-o-o-o-o-o-old, for you here, and now, so let me ho-o-o-o-o-o-old both your hands in the holes of my- ,” Sirius cut off to start the next line. “It’s too co-o-o-o-o-o-old for you.. and no-o-ow.. let me ho-o-o-o-o-o-old both your hands in the holes of my sweater.”

“And it's too cold, it's too co-o-old, the holes of my sweater,” Sirius finished, ending his music when it ended to go sit back down with Remus.

“Awesome job, Pads,” James said, leaning over(much to Regulus’ dismay) to fist-bump his best friend.

“Asshole,” Regulus mumbled as soon as James leaned back again.

“What's the next number?” Dorcas asked.

“Number.. sixteen! Lils, love, you and Reg are up,” Mary said, kissing her wife’s cheek as she stood up.

Regulus groaned and got up for his turn as Lily started up their music.

“Lady of the palace, sorry that I ask this, but I hope that I've been misinformed,” Regulus started. “I sent out some scouts to take a look around through here and they wound up at your doors.”

“Through the years we seldom get a warm welcome, so-o I must ask just to be sure,” Regulus finished. “Did you do something.. to them?”

“Who me? All I did was reveal their true forms,” Lily started off.

“You turned them into pigs,” Regulus said, making himself sound sarcastic.

“Huh,” Lily said, before starting her first verse. “I don't know who you are nor why you're here. But let me make this one thing clear; I've got people to protect, nymphs I can't neglect. So I'm not taking chances, dear.”

“If you make one wrong move, then you're done for, anything I don't approve, then you're done for. I could put a spell on you and you're done for, boy you better run or soon you will be done for,” Lily finished off.

“I don't mean to tip your scale, but, you will fail at placing any spells on me. I just ate a flower, one that claims your power, so you better cower, now, and flee,” Regulus sang.

“You must be a liar, mortals can't acquire Moly without dire consequence,” Lily sang.

“Then I must be a God like you, ‘cause I got this root from the ground with my bare hands,” Regulus sang.

“Hermes gave it to you, didn't he?” Lily interrupted.

“Okay, fine, yes, but, regardless!” Regulus answered. “You and I are now evenly matched. Our fates are intertwined, they're attached.”

“I've got people to protect, friends I can't neglect. So now there is no turning back,” the two harmonized. “You've made your one wrong move, now you're done for.”

“I will be the one to prove that you're done for. Not even a spell saves you ‘cause you're done for, oh you better run or soon you will be done fo-or,” they continued, Lily going down at the note on the end while Regulus went up.

“You've lost,” Regulus said dramatically as Lily continued the final portion of the song.

“My nymphs are like my daughters, I protect them at all costs. The last time we let strangers live, we faced a heavy loss,” she sang. “You've given me no reason to bestow you with my trust. But everyone's true colors are revealed in acts of lust.”

“I'm not sure I follow,” Regulus said, finishing their song off.

“Bravo, loves, bravo!” Pandora cheered as the two sat back down.

“Break time, everyone, drink some water,” Mary said, shoving water bottles into everyone's hands.  “Too much alcohol for now, loves.”

_____

After a fifteen minute break, everyone just lounging around and drinking their water bottles, they decided to start back up again, still having sixteen out of twenty-five songs to get through.

“Next number is.. number one! Marls, you're up,” Lily said, patting Marlene's shoulder in encouragement as she stood up. The intro to the music started and Marlene started singing.

“Two queens in a king sized bed. There's no mistletoe above our heads, but I'll kiss you, anyway, on Christmas day. Yeah, I'll kiss you, anyway, on Christmas Day,” she sang, a stark contrast to her usual songs.

“I don't have a lot to give, but, I would give you everything. All my time is yours to spend. Let me wrap you in with my skin. With my ski-i-i-in,” she continued, sitting herself onto the floor directly in front of her fiancé. “Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh.”

“Two queens in a king sized bed, like angels in the snow, my only wish is one more year, and then I want them all, your freckled cheeks, our tangled feet, the closer the better it gets, so let's stay right here, until forever disappears,” she sang, moving side to side, most likely without realizing, if her eyes staying closed was any indicator.

“I don't have a lot to give, but I would give you everything, all my time is yours to spend, let me wrap you in with my skin. With my ski-i-i-in,” she continued. 

“Two queens in a king sized bed. Mm, there's no mistletoe above our heads. But I'll kiss you anyway, on Christmas day. Yeah, I'll kiss you anyway, on Christmas Day,” she finished, bowing in a semi-dramatic, semi-drunken manner.

“Fantastic, my love,” Dorcas said, kissing Marlene's forehead as she settled back into her spot beside Dorcas, leaning into her touch.

“Mm, thanks love,” Marlene replied, laying her head into the crook of Dorcas’ neck.

“Next number is.. number twenty five! Boys and Barty, you're up,” Lily said, holding the number up.

“For the record, this song is from a YouTube group and it absolutely slaps,” Peter said as the five got up.

“Agreed,” Barty said, grinning. Sirius started up the music and they all got into a lineup in order of what parts they were gonna sing. 

“Ay, it's Dub Daddy on track,” Sirius started. 

“Oh, of course the shortest one of you lot would be put in Josh’s place,” Mary laughed, Sirius flipping her off as he kept on.

“Not a rapper but I thought I'd have a crack. Another song, another bar, another stack. We keep comin’ back, now we’re picking up the slack,” he continued, most of the group laughing really hard. “Get laid, get paid, Gatorade. Trigger treats sweet, but can't beat the blade.”

“It's Halloween, bitch, it's time to get made. Better lock up, or you're gonna get slayed,” he continued. “Ay, the boys are coming in, got lit last night on the cherry gin. Smoking gas, eating ass.” 

Lily whistled, grinning at Remus, who started laughing to the point he collapsed.

“Now committing a sin. We’re going large like Amy Schumer's second chin,” laughter rippled through. “Hey everybody, my name is JoshDub, When I don't do crime, I talk shit at the club.”

“You don't do crime, Sirius, talking shit is practically all you do,” Marlene said, laughing.

Remus shushed everyone as Sirius continued.

“I like Corona™, no lime, and having a tug. I get my bread no-crust ‘cause you know I'm a thug,” Sirius finished.

“It's Halloween, my girl cook and clean,” Remus started, barely containing his laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the lyrics. 

“Doing flips in the sheets, call that trick-n-treat. In the back of a Bentley™ and we got on rings, riding in the streets, shoutin’ scary things,” Remus kept on, laughing while singing while everyone else laughed with him.

“The boys in town, and we huntin’ clowns.” Clown nose sounds showed up, James holding a comedic horn for it, making everyone burst into another fit of laughter.

“Couple kings with a couple crowns,” he kept on.

“Check mate,” Barty backed. 

“Scarin' kids while we’re blowin’ clouds. It's Mully in the back and your bitch is gettin’ plowed,” Remus finished as Peter came in quickly, putting on his best American accent.

“It's spooky and cold on this dreadful night, but we’ve got some beauty's in our sight. We love the shadows, and fear the light, but we’ll steal your girl with one quick bite,” he sang, gaining cheers at his accent mask.

“On Halloween, you can hear many sounds; some screaming, some crying in the background, but if I see some kind of creepy clown, oh you better believe it's goin’ down.”

“A-fuckin’-men,” Evan said, ripples of agreement ripping through the friends.

“All the witches they be on me, with glee, when I walk up in a room, it's a party. Got no reflection, but there's one thing you can't see, all competition when it's scared as they should be,” he kept on, nailing all the parts.

“Never giving out our secrets, I'm like,” he stopped and pointed at Barty for his backing vocals. “Hush, hush, hush.”

“Wiping away all the haters like a,” he stopped for Barty, again. “Brush, brush, brush.”

“We be stealing all your candy in a.”

“Rush, rush, rush,” Barty backed as Peter stopped.

“Dropping songs and videos that always,” he stopped, leading into the part where they all sing together. “Crush, crush, crush.”

“Got these demons in my head overwhelming me with fear and dread,” they all sang, Barty giving them the backing vocals.

“Screaming in my bed, keep my grindin’ ‘til I'm dead,” they kept on. “Spirits in my mind come to visit me from time to time.”

“People say I'm sick, but I swear to God, I'm fine,” they finished for James to start his verse.

“Trick or treat! Excuse me, what the fuck is this? Candy corn, bit of Honey, one Hershey Kiss™? Que no sabes que me dicen El Mexorcist. If you don't know who I am, then I'll tell you what it is,” James started. “Got a blanket to protect me, and a wooden cross. I sprinkle holy water to show demons who's boss. I make videos to scare all the kiddos and I'll exorcize your Tía with a bag of Hot Cheetos™.”

“I shook Freddy Krueger’s hand; growl harder than the grudge. Made Pennywise float, too, and gave Huggy Wuggy a hug. I got good at hide-and-seek, you can always ask the fed,” he kept on. Cheers flickered across the room as James was doing well with the part he had.

“I put poison in your goat, now the Chupacabra’s dead! I live in the states. Born in Monterrey. Got a gringa by my side, she can cook some frijoles. I crossed the border and la migra said “Hey! Come on down, but you just can't stay!”

“Running and hiding and walking and fighting, you don't got the papers to even be trying. To say it was easy, then I would be lying, soy un inmigrante con gran corazón, empecé recogiendo la basura de tu escalón, y ahora ocupo la pantalla de tu habitación,” James went quickly, keeping up, gaining cheers from everyone for the speed and louder cheers from transitioning from English to Spanish so smoothly and, seemingly, effortlessly.

“Hasta parece que yo tomo gasolina, te incendió con mi rap, eso es pura adrenalina, mi tierra, la extraño, nunca olvidaré mi casa, un saluda para todos mis latinos y mi raza,” James continued, ending his portion. “Now give me the Reeses Cup™, bitch.”

“Yada, yada, yada, yada, somethin’ ‘bout a square. New meme, juice box ‘bout to go blare?” Barty went on, putting on his own American accent. “Like the witch, that's a sitch, Halloween night, ‘bout to wake up in a ditch.”

“And I'm stacking up dinero, got this young man feeling like George Romero, picked a bone clean, always saw it in the Taros, dig a little deeper, boy, you almost skipped a marrow.”

The music got slower and creepier, but it just make everyone laugh as they anticipated the ending of the song.

“I don't really know. I don't really know. Yada yada. Yada yada ,” Barty sang, slower than what the rest of the song had been going. “ My goldfish took a little holiday. Left me feelin’ sour like that Minute Maid™. One day, he said he wanna go to outer space. So I made a little rocket outta Gatorade bottles.”

“Catch your grandma at the Walmart© and she gonna catch the fade, I don't really give a fuck, I'm just tryna get paid, I will smoke your grandad, too, if he even looks my way, I will kick your little sister in her motherfucking face,” Barty sang, making his voice way deeper. “That's that shit you learn in Florida when you smoking K2. Hold that shit up in my chest, boy, I'm ‘bout to turn blue. I might mosie down to Target©, man, and buy me that canoe, I can't. Fu- uh.”

Cheers and laughter rippled through the group as they all sat back down in their designated spots. 

“Hey, before we continue, we should absolutely take shots together. One for good luck the rest of the night and one for each kid that’s currently in this house!” James suggested, agreements rippling through the group. 

“To good luck for the rest of the night!” Sirius said first, raising his shot glass into the air to start their shots off. Everyone took a shot and refilled their shot glasses for the first kid.

“To Harry!” Lily and James raised, everyone following the two’s example and taking their shots again. 

“To Luna!” Pandora and Regulus raised. 

“To Hermione!” Peter and Barty raised. 

“To Ron and Ginny!” Marlene and Remus raised. 

“To the group!” Evan and Dorcas raised. 

“To Hogwarts and the friends we made along the way!” Mary raised, finishing their rounds. 

“Alright, everyone drink some water. I am going to go and check on the kids,” Evan said, standing up. 

“Alright, Ev,” Barty said. 

“Who’s next up?” Marlene asked. 

_____

“Kids?” Evan whispered, peeking his head through the door. 

“Papa!” Hermione said, trying to rub the tiredness out of her eyes. 

“Hey, kiddo. Everything okay up here?” Evan asked, picking the bushy haired girl up. 

“Yeah, everyone fell asleep,” she responded. 

“Okay, how would you like to come downstairs to sit with Dad, Babbo and I?” He asked, Hermione burying her face into the crook of his neck.

“Yes, please,” she replied, leaning into Evan’s touch for them to walk downstairs.

_____

“Number two! Panda, you’re up again,” Mary said, cheering for her as she walked up again. 

“Hey, I brought ‘Mione down with me. The others are all dead asleep,” Evan said as he walked back to sit down, Pandora starting her music up. 

“Hey, baby,” Barty said, grabbing Hermione from Evan and laying with her on the sofa he, Evan and Peter were occupying.

“Hey, Dad,” Hermione said, laying down to pay as much attention as her sleepy mind would allow to Pandora who was waiting for the entrance. 

“Why are you hanging on.. so tight.. to the rope that I’m hanging from.. off this island?” She started up. “This was an escape plan. Carefully timed it so that we both.. could dive into the waves below.”

“Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table. Who fetches the water.. from the rocky, mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting,” she continued. “And I’m getting fucking tired.”

“The capillaries in my eyes are bursting. If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour, you sure make me do a whole lot of labour,” she sang, putting a lot emotion into the words that encapsulated the group. 

“The calloused skin on my hands is cracking. If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber. You make me do too much labour,” she sang, stopping for the interlude of the songs.

“Apologies from my tongue. And never yours. Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork. I know you’re a smart man. And weaponise the false incompetence; it’s dominance under a guise. If we had a daughter,” she continued. “I’d watch and could not save her.. the emotional torture.. from the head of your high table. She’d do what you taught her. She’d meet the same cruel fate. So now I’ve gotta run, so I can undo this mistake. At least I’ve gotta try.”

“The capillaries in my eyes are bursting. If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour, you sure make me do a whole lot of labour,” she sang.  “The calloused skin on my hands is cracking. If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber. You make me do too much labour.”

“All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid, nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant. Just an appendage, live to attend him so that he never lifts a finger. Twenty four, seven baby machine, so he can live out his picketfence dreams. It’s not an act of love if you make her. You make me do too much labour,” she kept on, more emotion getting into her voice as she went on. 

“All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid, nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant. Just an appendage, live to attend him so that he never lifts a finger. Twenty four, seven baby machine, so he can live out his picketfence dreams. It’s not an act of love if you make her. You make me do too much labour,” she sang, more emotion coming through her voice than ever during the duration of the song. 

“The capillaries in my eyes are bursting. If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour, you sure make me do a whole lot of labour.”

“The calloused skin on my hands is cracking. If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber. You make me do too much labour,” she finished, turning her music off and taking a bow before sitting down again. 

“That was really good, Aunt Panda,” Hermione said, sleepily leaning into the crook of Barty’s neck. 

“I’m glad you think so, baby,” she replied, smiling. 

“What’s the next number?” Peter asked. 

“Next is.. number ten! Guess I’m up again,” Lily said as she got up and took her good luck shot. 

“Babbo, what’s that she just drank?” Hermione asked, turning to Peter. 

“Grown up juice, hun,” he replied, patting her head. 

“I wanna try!” Hermione said, jumping up with a burst of energy.  Barty looked at Peter and then Evan. 

“Honey, you’re nine,” Evan said. “Actually, I turn ten next month,” Hermione replied, crossing her arms. 

“I don’t think it’d hurt her to try. We don’t have to give her a full shot, either,” Barty said, shrugging. “It could be way worse, I was stealing my dad’s stashes younger than her.”

Evan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, Peter snickering at his side. 

“Fine, but you are only going to fill it halfway.” Barty grinned and filled his shot glass a little more than halfway with the tequila and handed it to Hermione. Lily had paused her music when their conversation started and started recording. 

“Chug, chug, chug,” Sirius, James and Barty chanted. Hermione threw the shot glass back as best she could like she’d seen Lily do and swallowed it. 

“It’s not that bad. I don’t really like the burn, though,” Hermione said, handing the shot glass back to Barty as she grimaced. 

“Hey, you tried it, you didn’t choke, which is more than most people can say, so good job!” Barty praised, tickling her as he grabbed a juice chaser he’d had. 

“This is not going to be happening very often, young lady,” Evan told her, trying his best to not smile. 

“Yes sir,” Hermione replied. “Sorry Aunt Lils.”

“No, it’s okay,” Lily said, smiling at her niece before starting her music up again.

“Take a swim in the water, er er. Take a swim in the water, er er er er er. Dear Arkansas daughter,” Lily started off, a long pause of music overtaking the silence. 

“You with the dark curls, you with the watercolour eyes,” she sang, gesturing towards her partners in turn. “You who bares all your teeth in every smile. He says, “I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me. While a stranger braids my hair back out on the street.”

“And in your dreams we-e are shooting at snakes. And while you were asleep, I was surely awake,” she kept singing. “I was talking at a cigarette, there’s nothing left to say. But he should have been there anyway for I didn’t sing a single song.. all day.”

There was a short interlude of music before Lily continued.  “As my love for you dies, as my love for you dies, as my love for you.. is steadily dying as sharp and serious as a pistol in the eye.”

There was another interlude in the song, around a minute or so long.

"My heart is full of swords, full of, full of swords. Your love knows the lord," she sang before the next interlude started, being around thirty seconds long. 

"Tie my hands and I knock my knees as I kneel down, I kneel down in the sea, to the ocean floor, I will sink, like a steel chest full of weapons. And on the spine of the tide, you will rise like a red ripe, red ripe apple. Take a swim in the dirty water, dear Arkansas daughter. Take a swim in the dirty water, darling child, true love of mine.”

The final interlude for the song lasted around 50 seconds before Lily started singing again to conclude the song. 

“As my love for you dies, as my love for you dies, as my love for you is steadily dying, darling child, true love of mine, darling child, true love of mine, true love of mine, true love of mine,” she concluded, taking a very theatrical bow as everyone cheered and sat back down. 

“Okay I’m getting fuzzy in the head, we should most likely take another break before we keep drinking or smoking."

_____

There was a thirty minute break, everyone sobering up with a quick potion that took most of the break time for Regulus to brew before they decided to head out to the nearest twenty-four hour convenience store for some more snacks. 

“Who’s gonna stay with the kids?” Sirius asked. Pandora raised her hand. 

“I’ll stay with them, I just want two cases of that one hard lemonade variety pack thing. I don’t remember the brand name,” she said, laying back on the couch, looking dazed. 

“Alright, love,” Lily said, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. 

“We’ll be back. Is ‘Mione coming with us?”

“Yeah she is,” Barty said. 

“Alright, get your coats, let’s roll out,” Remus said, pulling his shoes and coat on.

_____

They all walked three blocks to the store and started browsing for snacks and drinks. 

“‘Mione, what do you want to drink?” Barty asked; he was carrying her on his hip while everyone else split up. 

“I want juice,” she said, looking at all the options before pointing to an apple juice in the cooler. “Can I get that?”

“Yeah, you can,” Barty said, grabbing it out and handing it to her. 

“Thanks, Dad,” she said, holding her juice. He grabbed himself an energy drink and started off towards the snacks. 

“Do you want any snacks?” Barty asked her, turning to face his daughter who was thinking. 

“Can I get some chips? And a small candy?” She asked, turning to face him as well. 

“Of course, it’s a special night, why not?” He said, chuckling as he grabbed some chips and candy for himself and her to share. 

“You mind sharing?” He asked her. 

“No, I don’t,” she said. 

“Ev, Pete, I’m heading over to the alcohol. What do you both want?” Barty called over, his partners browsing the aisles with instant noodles. 

“Doesn’t matter to me, just get me something strong,” Evan replied, not looking up from the noodle selection. 

“Same here,” Peter called out.

“Alright,” Barty said, walking off to the beer cooler. 

“What flavor should I get? Lemonade, limeade, black cherry or strawberry?”

“Black cherry, definitely.”

“Okay, I’ll get a couple of packs of those. Let me grab some tequila for Papa and Babbo and we can go,” Barty said to her. 

_____

When they got back, everyone’s snacks got passed around and settled back into their spots before spinning the wheel again. 

“And it is.. number eleven! Reg, James, you both are up!” Pandora said, sipping on her drink.  They took the customary shots and started up their music. 

“Oh it’s from Trolls! That movie was so good!” Hermione said as the music started. 

“Never gets old no matter how much I’m told, I’m amazing,” Regulus started off, smiling at Hermione’s comment. 

“You're amazing,” James backed. 

“It’s hard to get tired when I’m always on fire, I’m blazin’.”

“Ooh, you’re blazin’.”

“All my greatness; it doesn’t come for free, all my talent. It doesn’t grow on trees. Take a breather, they’ll take it all away,” they sang together. 

“If the top is where you wanna stay,” Regulus sang before they got into the first chorus. 

“You gotta work hard, to make it look easy. You gotta live fast to keep making that money,” they sang together, effortlessly keeping up the harmony of the song. 

“If you want to be as famous as me, you gotta work, gotta work, gotta work,” they sung.

“Watch me work,” Regulus finished off as him and James started harmonzing for the bridge. “Go ahead and watch me work.”

“Haters wanna be me or be with me, yeah they’re fr-fr-fr-freaking,” Regulus continued, James singing after him. “Yeah they’re freaking.”

“I just keep on working, lurking, smirking when they think that I’m peeking.”

“Never peaking, yeah.”

“All my greatness; it doesn’t come for free. All my talent, it doesn’t grow on trees. Take a breather, they’ll take it all away,” they sung. “If the top is where you wanna stay.”

“You gotta work hard to make it look easy. You gotta live fast, to keep making that money. If you want to be as famous as me, you gotta work. Gotta work. Gotta work,” they continued. 

“Watch me work,” Regulus finished off before they started harmonizing. 

“Go ahead and watch me work; if the top was where you wanna stay,” Regulus sang, putting his entire diaphragm into the last note. 

“You gotta work hard to make it look easy. You gotta live fast, to keep making that money. If you want to be as famous as me, you gotta work. Gotta work. Gotta work,” they finished off for the last line. 

“Watch me work,” Regulus said, finishing it off as he turned his music off. 

As the night got later and later, it was soon midnight, everyone just more buzzed and ready to do their songs. 

Hermione was asleep in Peter’s arms and Luna had walked down to get some water and stuck around with her moms for a few minutes. 

“Luna, honey, you should go back to bed,” Pandora coaxed, leading her up the stairs. 

“But mommy, ‘Mione is down here,” Luna whined as she crossed her arms. It was very evident she was tired. 

“And her Babbo is going to bring her upstairs in a few minutes. Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed, again,” Pandora finished, grabbing Luna and carrying her up the stairs. 

_____

“Number three! Barty, you’re up!” Mary said, cheering for him as he walked up and started the music. 

“I was born in a messed up century. My favorite flavoured sweets are raspberry amphetamines. I bought a car, Barretta, age sixteen. I brush my teeth with bleach 'cause I ain't got time for cavities,” he started. 

“God his voice sounds like it was made for this song,” Sirius leaned over and whispered to Remus. 

“My daddy put a gun to my head. Said “if you kiss a boy, I’m gonna shoot you dead!” So, I tied him up with gaffa tape and locked him in a shed. Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend,” he kept on, winking at Evan who started laughing hard. 

“‘Cause my high hopes are gettin’ low. Because these people are so old. The way they think about it all; if I tried, I would never know. My high hopes are getting low. But I know I’ll never be alone. It’s alright; we’ll survive!” He sang. 

“'Cause parents ain’t always right!” Everyone sang along, even if a few of them had decent parents. 

“Drop a toaster in my bath, watch my mum and dad laugh; see a thousand volts go through the son they wish they never had,” Barty sang, Regulus feeling a little bit too called out even though this song wasn’t related to him. 

“They told me casual affection leads to sexual infection but it’s hard to get an erection when you’re so used to rejection.”

“Yeah, the teacher fucked the preacher, but then he had to leave her; had to wash away the sins of a male cheerleader,” Barty sang, Sirius, Regulus, Pandora and Evan feeling a bit of catholic guilt from their upbringings.

“Traumatized fuckers,” Mary mumbled before looking at Lily’s face and panicking. “What? Who said that?”

“You’re a mess,” Remus said, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Hi! Nice to meet ya! Got nothin’ to believe in; so let me know when my breathing stops, ‘cause my high hopes are gettin’ low. Because these people are so old. The way they think about it all; if I tried, I would never know. My high hopes are getting low. But I know I’ll never be alone. It’s alright; we’ll survive!”

“‘Cause parents ain’t always right!” Everyone joined in, again. 

“Tick tock, step the clock, because I get the feeling that I’m gonna get shot,” Barty sang. “Tick tock, step the clock, because I get the feeling that I’m gonna get shot.”

“My.. high hopes are gettin’ low. Because these people are so old. The way they think about it all; if I tried, I would never know. My high hopes are getting low, but I know I'll never be alone.”

“It’s alright; we’ll survive! ‘Cause parents ain’t always right,” Barty finished, taking a dramatic bow as everyone clapped.

“Thank you, thank you,” he said. “Who’s up next?”

“And the wheel says.. number twenty-four! Reg, Sirius, Marls, you’re all up!” Dorcas said, peeking over Mary’s shoulder. 

“I forgot I signed up for this song,” Regulus said, trying to rub the tiredness out of his eyes as Marlene started up and music and started singing. 

“Two lovers wander down to the shore. Hand in hand the evening before. The day that their hands will be,” she started, Regulus and Sirius joining as the harmony for the last word. “Joined.”

“She enters and swims with the foam. He bids her come out and come home,” Regulus sang. 

“The deeper and colder she.. goes,” they all sang as they led into the main chorus. 

“The silt of our wedding bed,” they sang, harmonizing. “The pebbles where you lay your head. Love, come in. The water is fine .”

They cut off for a few seconds until the next verse started again. 

“When she is pulled beneath the rush, he waits and waves, his face a flush,” Sirius continued. “Till the pale imitation drifts.”

“Up,” they all sang again. “The silt of our wedding bed. The pebbles where you lay your head. Love, come in. The minnows our witnesses. The cause of our sickness is. Love, come in. The water is fine.”

They waited for a few seconds for the next part of the song to continue. 

“Blood runs thicker than water, blood runs thicker than water, blood runs thicker than water, but both feel the same when your eyes are closed,” Regulus and Sirius sang, Regulus and Marlene deciding to alternate lyrics until more towards the end. 

“I am the rivers daughter, I am the rivers daughter, I am the rivers daughter and you’ll be her son when we’re both reposed,” Marlene sang, her and Sirius leading them into the closing of the song. 

“Blood runs thicker than water, blood runs thicker than water, blood runs thicker than water, but both feel the same when your eyes are closed,” they all sang together.

“I am the rivers daughter, I am the rivers daughter, I am the rivers daughter and you’ll be her son when we’re both reposed,” Marlene and Sirius sang as Regulus gave them the backing vocals. 

“Blood runs thicker than water, blood runs thicker than water, blood runs thicker than water, but both feel the same when your eyes are closed,” Regulus led in. 

“I am the rivers daughter, I am the rivers daughter, I am the rivers daughter and you’ll be her son when you’re both reposed,” Marlene and Sirius finished.

Regulus was singing the background vocals and at the same time Marlene and Sirius had started the last line, he sang,

“The water is fine!”

Everyone clapped, Sirius turning off the music as Regulus strode over and huddled himself into James’ side and closing his eyes contentedly. 

“Who’s next?” Evan asked. 

“Next up is..” Lily trailed off, waiting for the wheel to finish. “Number eighteen! Mary, Rem, you’re up!”

“We got this, Rempod,” Mary said, fist bumping Remus as they both got up. 

“Shit, my hip just popped,” Remus said, starting to collapse before Mary caught him. 

“I gotcha. You okay, now?” She asked, helping him stand back up.

“Yeah, I’m all good,” he replied, straightening himself up as he started their music. 

“Fucking nerds,” Barty said as soon as he heard the music. 

“How do you know what it is, hm? Mr. Ravenclaw with twelve fuckin’ O.W.L.s,” Mary countered, sticking her tongue out. 

“Charlie!” Remus started, putting his all into the acting part of the song. 

“You don’t understand! Heaven never listens! They didn’t listen to me!” He made a short strained chuckle. “They won’t listen to you!”

“You don’t know that!” Mary said, putting just as much emotion into her voice as Remus was. 

“I do!” Remus practically yelled before turning his volume down and starting to sing quieter. “You didn’t know that when I tried this all before, my dreams were too hard to defend. And in the end, I won’t lose it all again. Now, you’re the only thing worth fighting fo-o-or.”

“More than anything. More than anything; I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything..” Remus trailed off, managing to hit the higher notes despite being a baritone which had everyone whistling at him.

“Dad, I don’t need you to protect me from this..” Mary said, very in character and doing an amazing impression of Charlie at which Lily and Pandora were cheering for. 

“I just don’t want you to be crushed by them like.. like I was.”

“Dad..” Mary trailed off before singing. “When I was young, I didn’t really know you at all. I always felt so small. But I heard your stories and I was enthralled! The tales about your lofty dreams; I listened breathlessly, imagining it could be me.”

“So, in the end, it’s the view I had of you, that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for more than anything. More than anything! I need to save my people more than anything,” Mary continued, hitting the extremely high notes with ease. 

“I’ve been dying to find out who you are,” Remus held out.

“I’ve been waiting, wanting the same thing,” Mary sang.

“Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far.”

“Took you a while.”

“I’ve missed that smile.”

“All that I’m hoping,” they harmonized. “Now that my eyes are open, is that we can start again. Not be pulled apart again. ‘Cause in the end, you are part of who I am!”

”I’ll support your dream, whatever lies in store.”

“And who could ask for more?”

“More than anything.”

“More than anything.”

“More than anything!”

“More than anything.”

“I’m grateful you’re my father more than anything. More than anything,” Mary sang at the same time as Remus sung, “I’m grateful you’re my daughter more than anything. More than anything.” The two of them kept their harmony perfectly as they ended the song.

“Bravo! Bravo!” Sirius said, clapping as James wiped a fake tear from his eye. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Mary said, shoving Sirius as she sat back down.

_____

After another short break, everyone eating some more snacks and sobering up a bit, they all started back up Karaoke to start concluding the night.

There were still eight more turns to go through before they’d be done for real, but they were getting there.

The night that had started at seven in the evening had already gone on into about one in the morning. 

Not that they were all paying any attention to the time, of course.

“And the next number is.. number seventeen! Panda and Marls, you’re up, next!” Barty said, looking over Mary’s shoulder.

“Let’s go, we got this. Are you excited?” Marlene asked Pandora who was grinning. 

“Very. This one’s fantastic!” She said as the music started up. 

As soon as the first note came on, Lily gasped and Sirius started cackling.

“I’m not shy, I’ll say it, I’ve been picturing you naked. I’m a little faded. You look like a fucking painting,” Marlene sang, starting the song off. “Big doe eyes; amazing. She’s everything I’ve been praying. My heart palpitations; she looks like the type to break it.”

“Me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house. I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch,” Pandora sang, leading off the chorus.

“She cute, Kawaii, Hentai, boobies, that excites me. I think she really likes me, ask politely can I- ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party. Ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party, ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party, ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party,” Marlene ended off for them. 

“Ugh, it’s getting hot in here. I’m the Nelly in the party with some rocks for ears. I’m a slave for you, baby, Miss Brittney Spears. I’m a clover, she a toros, bring it on for cheers,” Pandora sang, swaying her hips. 

“And I’m sexy like Christina when I dip down low. Not a H-Town girl, but I rodeo. Yippee-yippee ki-yay, welcome to the show. It’s an all-girl party, clothing optional.”

“Me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house. I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch,” Marlene started off this time. 

“She cute, Kawaii, Hentai, boobies that excites me. I think she really likes me, ask politely, can I- ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party, ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party, ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party, ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party,” Pandora finished off as Marlene started the next verse.

“My girl look like Wednesday Addams, eyes go black when she orgasms, hide your back she likes to stab them, my buttcheeks, she likes to grab them,” Marlene sang, winking at Dorcas as Sirius wolf whistled at them. 

“Matching birthday suits, her spit tastes just like Juicy Fruit, she do that thing she usually do; spell my name with her tongue like- oh!”

“Me and your girlfriend playing dress up at my house. I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch,” Pandora sang, letting Marlene end them off. 

“She cute, Kawaii, Hentai, boobies, that excites me. I think she really likes me, ask politely can I,” Marlene sang, Pandora joining in to finish the song. 

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party. Ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party. Ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party. Ooh, ooh, ooh, slumber party.”

“I’m shy. I’m so shy,” Marlene sang, before she started laughing maniacally as it sounded in the original song.

“Bravo, bravo! Pandora, was not expecting that from you!” Peter said, grinning at the two.

“Thank you, I try to shake it up a little bit every now and then,” Pandora replied, sitting back down with Mary and Lily. 

“Lils and Cass are next up! Number eighteen!” Mary said, cheering for Lily as she walked up to take a shot and sing with Dorcas. 

“Okay hear me out, this show is absolutely amazing,” Barty said. 

“Agreed,” Lily said before she started singing the verse. 

“You singing love songs in my lustful lounge?”

“Ozzie’s ain’t the place for sentimental sounds,” Dorcas backed, grinning. 

“What’d you expect from a proprietor like us?”

“Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust!” Dorcas sung.

“Give me a thrust. Yeah, show me some lust,” Lily sang, putting a rasp in her voice. “From the groin to the bust, in desire we trust, in the house of Asmodeus. Oh, deary, don’t get so fussed.”

“Oh look,” Dorcas back before they sung together, harmonizing, “You’re starting to blush.”

“From your groans to your grunts, in desire we lust, in the house of Asmodeus,” Lily finished off before leading into the next chorus of the song. 

“Little imp, you came here to sing your serenade; perform your feelings on a velvety stage. Well, we’ve got a saying that’s quite popular in these parts!”

“Only little bitches strum the string from their hearts!” Dorcas sung.

“You wanna hand around this lustful town? Ditch the lovey-dovey or we’ll knock you around. Here we sing songs about want and desire.”

“Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fi-i-ire,” Dorcas sung, hitting the higher notes beautifully, Marlene and Evan whistling.

“Hm. So give me a thrust. Yeah, show me some lust. From the groin to the bust, little imp you just must, in the house of Asmodeus. Come on, now, sing us a song! You know we’ll all be going ‘til dawn. Make it graphic and long.”

“Make sure to rhyme ‘thong’ and ‘schlong’.”

“Go ahead, get it on! You sold your life for a thrust! Yeah that’s the spirit of lust! Give a moan or a grunt,” Lily sang before her and Dorcas sung together, “You better get your head up!”

“Pretend you aren’t feeling flushed.”

“Go ‘til your bones turn to dust!” They sung, managing a perfect harmony. 

“From the groin to the bust!”

“It's a desire that we lust,” they sung, about to finish the song off. “In the house of Asmodeus!”

They ended off on Dorcas with a really high note that had all of their friends and Hermione cheering loudly as soon as Remus threw up a silencing charm. 

“Alright, everyone. Five minute break, sober up a bit, we don’t want hangovers in the morning,” Peter said, passing a sobering potion around for the group.

_____

Just before the break was over, Peter took Hermione back upstairs as she’d fallen asleep before Mary spun the wheel again. 

“And next up we have.. number twenty-one! James and Sirius, y’all are up,” Mary said, looking up from her phone.

“Your accent’s deeper, hun,” Lily said. “It’s very pretty.”

“Agreed,” Pandora chimed in, grabbing Mary’s hand and tracing lines into it. 

“Thank you, it’s called I’m tired as hell but we’re almost done here, so,” Mary said, leaning her head back against Lily’s shoulder. 

“Hear me out. This song is actually immaculate,” Sirius said, clicking to put the music on after he and James threw their shots back.

“So things look bad and your back’s against the wall. Your whole existence seems fuckin’ hopeless,” James started them off. 

“Nerds!” Peter yelled, laughing as Sirius playfully chucked a shoe in his direction.

“You’re feeling filthy as a dive-bar bathroom stall. Can’t face the world sober and dopeless. You’ve lost your way. You think your life is wrecked. Well, let me just say you’re.. correct!”

“Wait what?” Sirius said, doing a perfect impression of Angel Dust as if he’d been practicing for years.

“You’re.. a.. loser, baby. A loser, goddamn baby. You’re a fucked up, little, whiny, bitch. You’re a loser, just like me. You’re a screws-loose boozer. An only one star reviews-er. You’re a power bottom at rock bottom. But you’ve got company,” James said. 

“Real,” Remus said when James had called Sirius a power bottom at rock bottom, causing a wave of laughter to trickle through the room.

“This supposed to make me feel betta’?” Sirius said, doing an impeccable impression once again.

“There was a time I thought that no one could relate to the gruesome ways in which I’m damaged,” James continued. “But lettin’ walls down, it can sometimes set you straight! We’re all living in the same shit sandwich.”

“I sold my soul.. to a psychopathic freak,” Sirius went on, keeping the voice perfect. 

“Haha! And you think that makes you unique? Get outta here, man. We’re both losers, baby, we’re losers, it’s okay to be a..” James trailed off for Sirius to finish the sentence.

“Coked-up, dick-sucking hoe?”

“Baby, that’s fine by me.”

“I’m a loser, honey. A schmoozer and a dummy. But, at least I know I’m not alone!”

“You’re a loser,” James started for the both of them to join together for the duet, harmonizing amazingly, “just like me!”

“I got an appetite for gambling.”

“I got an appetite for sampling every drug and sex toy I can find.”

“Go ahead, baby, sing that song. Come on!”

“I got no holes left to deflower!”

“I sold my soul to save my power. Now, I’m on that demon’s leash,” James sung.

“I’m trapped and it gets worse with every hour!” They harmonized.

“You’re a loser, baby,” Sirius sang. 

“A loser, but, just maybe, if we..” James trailed off for them to sing together again, “eat shit together, things will end up differently.”

“It’s time to lose your self loathe and excuse yourself, let hope in, baby.” James sung, Sirius singing the backing ‘ooh’ like in the original song. “Play your card, be who you are!”

“A loser. Just. Like-“ they harmonized before getting cut off by Barty. 

“There he is! They’re fuckin’ singing? Get them!” Barty said, quoting the original show before bowing and sitting back down while everyone fell into laughter. 

“Phew, okay,” Lily said, letting a little more laughing trickle out before spinning the wheel. 

“Next number is six! Marls, you’re up again.”

Lily patted Marlene’s shoulder encouragingly before Marlene stood up and stretched, walking over to the speaker and taking a shot. 

“What I gotta do to find a sub who down to choke me? Tie me up and hold me down and get a little dirty?” She started off, Evan and Barty getting excited about the song choice. “I been tasting boujee spit since homie hit on Thursday. I’ll be down in thirty ‘cause a bitch is getting thirsty.”

“Got you in a chokehold till you turning-,” Marlene cut off a little early for the music to play its backing vocals. 

“Down to blow a bag and my back out-.”

“Like another man, ‘cause he know just what to-. Im a plan B regular bitch. I’m a monster. I’m a stone cold monster. I can be your little monster. I’m a stone cold monster! I could be your little,” she sung, “I kiss freaks that treat me like an animal. Fuck on me and eat me like a cannibal. I’m Miss Fish, that Rocky Horror Picture hoe. They call me an American Horror Show.”

“Oh, oh oh. Oh, oh oh. Show, oh oh. They call me an American Horror Show. Hey, baby. I like when you piss me off. Hey, baby. Usually means the sex is rough. Hey, baby. Take a picture when we fuck. Hey, baby. I think we should blow it up.”

“It’s a freak show, baby. I’m a ring-leader. I’m an acrobat in a dark arena. I could dance both ways like a ballerina. Got a emo bitch, she my man eater. Monster. I’m a stone cold monster. I could be your little monster. I’m a stone cold monster. I could be your little- I kiss freaks that treat me like an animal. Fuck on me and eat me like a cannibal.”

“I’m Miss Fish, that Rocky Horror Picture hoe. They call me an American Horror Show. Oh, oh oh. Show, oh oh. They call me an American Horror Show.” She stopped to let the background vocals finish off before ending strongly, “They call me an American Horror Show.”

Everyone clapped, Dorcas whistling with her fingers as majority of the others were cheering for her. 

“Okay, I need a smoke break. I’m starting to get a headache,” Sirius said, summoning his ashtray and cigarettes, passing cigs around to anyone who wanted one.

_____

“And, Ev and Barty! You’re up; the wheel spun number thirteen,” Pandora said, grinning, having spoken after their smoke break. 

“We got this, babe,” Barty said, grinning just as wide as Pandora as they stepped up to the front of the room.

“You’ll never take us alive,” Barty started off.

“We swore that death will do us part, they’ll call our crimes a work of art,“ Evan sang, gaining a whistle from Remus and James.

Most of them had never heard Evan sing.

“You’ll never take us alive.”

“We’ll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners..” Evan sang, him and Barty singing together, “Partners in crime!”

“It’s a tale of reckless love. Living a life of crime on the run. I brush to a gun to paint these states green and red,” Evan continued. “Everybody freeze!”

“Nobody move!” Barty backed.

“Put the money in the bag!”

“Or we will shoot!”

“Empty out the vault, and me and my doll will be on our way,” Evan sang.

“Our paper faces flood the streets.”

“And if the heat comes close enough to burn then we’ll play with fire, ‘cause.”

“You’ll never take us alive!” Barty continued, dancing like a maniac. 

“Is your child having her canon event? And by any chance, is she a Gacha kid?” James asked, raising his hand, laughing when Barty threw a shoe while laughing and Evan nodded as he kept singing.

“We swore that death will do us part, they’ll call our crimes a work of art!”

“You’ll never take us alive!”

“We’ll live like spoiled royalty, lovers, and partners,” Evan finished off before they both started singing again, “Partners in crime! Partners in crime.”

“Here we find our omnipotent outlaws fall behind the grind tonight, left unaware that the lone store owner won't go down without a fight,” Evan sang.

“Where we gonna go?” Barty continued.

“He's got us pinned!”

“Baby, I'm a little scared!”

“Now, don't you quit!”

“He's sounded the alarm! I hear the sirens closing in,” Barty sang, making his voice sound panicked. 

“Our paper faces flood the streets.”

“And if the heat comes close enough to burn, then, we're burning this place to the ground, 'cause,” Evan sang.

“You'll never take us alive!”

“We swore that death will do us part, they'll call our crimes a work of art!”

“You'll never take us alive!”

“We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners,” Evan went on.

“Partners in crime!” They sang together, ending off strong as the interlude of the song started playing. 

“The skies are black with lead-filled rain,” Barty sang, still dancing maniacally.

“A morbid painting on display,” Evan said, putting a rasp into his voice again.

“This is the night the young love died!”

“Buried at each other’s side.”

“You never took us alive!” Barty sang, signaling the nearing end of the song.

“We swore that death would do us part, so now we haunt you in the dark.”

“You never took us alive!”

“We live as ghosts among these streets, lovers, and partners,” Evan stopped for the two of them to end off strongly. 

“Partners in crime. Partners in crime. Partners in crime!” They ended off, their voices managing to not crack at the end.

An uproar of applause was given once they stopped the music and went to sit down. Barty was grinning like an idiot and Evan just rolled his eyes.

“Who’s up next?” Remus asked, taking a drag from his new joint as he knew he’d not put his name down for any other songs.

“Barty, take this really quick, I’ve gotta take a piss really bad,” Mary said, passing the phone to Barty for them to continue while she went to go use the bathroom. 

“Ooh, only three left. Who’s gonna be the next lucky person?” Barty said, clicking the screen and spinning the wheel. 

“Next up is number fourteen, so, Cass! You’re up, babes.”

“Alright,” Dorcas said, getting up and starting her music. 

“You must really love Doja Cat,” Sirius commented. 

“Real shit, love her so much,” Dorcas replied before starting to sing. 

“Mmh, I ain’t tryna. I ain’t tryna. I ain’t tryna. Yeah, ain’t tryna be cool like you. Wobbling around in your high heeled shoes. I’m clumsy; made friends with the floor. Two for one you know a bitch buy four. I got two left feet, you know I always drop. First thing a girl did was a bop. I’m the whole damn cake and the cherry on top. Shook up the bottom, made a good girl pop.”

“You ain’t even here to party. Ken in the club tryna pipe a Barbie. I don’t wanna go go go with the flow. Back-bend until I touch my toes, I don’t wanna row row row the boat. Wrists full of rocks and I hope I float. Pick up yourself ‘cause you know they don’t. I chew chew chew ‘cause they hope I choke.”

“I’m a bitch. I’m a boss,” Dorcas started. 

“Heard!” Peter said, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. 

“I'ma shine like gloss. I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss. I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss. I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss,” Dorcas continued, rapping the lyrics with practiced ease.

“Said, bitch, I’m the after, you been the before. I been the stallion, you been the seahorse. Don’t need a report, don’t need a press run. All of my bad pics been all my best ones. I wear the hat and I wear the pants. I am advanced so I can advance and I do my dance and cancel the plans and you don’t be mad ‘cause you had the chance.”

“Said, I took it and I ran for. I won it then I stand on it. Money on the floor when we dance on it. Shine bright, finna put a tan on it. Said, I took it and I ran for it. I won it then I stand on it. Money on the floor when we dance on it. Shine bright, finna put a tan on it, like.”

“I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I'ma shine like gloss. I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss. I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss. I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss,” she sang, concluding the second verse for the last one to start while the backing vocals played to cue her into where she needed to start up again.

“I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss,” she sang as she came back. “I'ma shine like gloss. I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss. I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss. I’m a bitch, I’m a boss, I’m a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss.”

“That’s my fiancé!” Marlene cheered, whistling at her as Dorcas turned her music off and went to sit down. 

“Awesome job danger tits. Pound it,” Sirius said, holding out his hand for her to fist bump him. 

“Stop quoting fucking Hazbin, I am legitimately losing my mind,” Dorcas said, ignoring the fact he was still waiting on a fist bump.

“Next number is twenty two. Lils, me and you are up,” Mary said, standing and pulling Lily up off the couch and starting their music.

“This night is cold in the kingdom. I can feel you fade away. From the kitchen to the bathroom sink, and, your steps keep me awake,” Lily sang, very beautifully, Pandora thought. “Don’t cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste. I once was a man with dignity and grace. Now I’m slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace, so please. Please.”

“Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy I hope you can show me. If you wanna go, then I’ll be so lonely. If you’re leaving, baby, let me down slowly. Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down, down. Let me down. If you wanna go, then I’ll be so lonely. If you’re leaving, baby, let me down slowly,” she sang, concluding her verse for Mary to be able to start singing.

 “I hold on to the little pieces of what we were. I know we’re long gone. But, take it easy because it hurts,” she started off, her voice sounding just as beautiful as Lily’s. “Don’t cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste. I once was a girl with dignity and grace. Now I’m slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace, so please. Please.”

“Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy I hope you can show me. If you wanna go, then I’ll be so lonely. If you’re leaving, baby, let me down slowly. Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down, down. Let me down. If you wanna go, then I’ll be so lonely. If you’re leaving, baby, let me down slowly,” the two sang together, harmonizing beautifully the whole time. 

“And I can’t stop myself from falling down. And I can’t stop myself from falling down. And I can’t stop myself from falling down. And I can’t stop myself from falling down. Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy I hope you can show me. If you wanna go, then I’ll be so lonely. If you’re leaving, baby, let me down slowly,” they continued before splitting off into two different parts. 

“Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down, down. Let me down,” Lily sung while Mary sang, “Down, let me down, down, let me down, let me down.”

“If you wanna go, then I’ll be so lonely. If you’re leaving, baby, let me down slowly!” They harmonized, almost done with the song. 

“If you wanna go, then I’ll be so lonely,” Lily sang before Mary joined in for the last line. 

“If you’re leaving, baby, let me down slowly.”

There was yet again, an uproar of applause from all of their friends and both of them were kissed by their wife once they finally resettled down on the sofa. 

“That means Evan’s the last one left to go before this month’s karaoke night ends!” Pandora said, smiling widely. “Get up there buddy.”

Evan chuckled as he stood up, stretched and took his shot. Peter and Barty had maneuvered to where they were cuddled up close next to each other after Evan started the music to start singing.

“My mother said I’m too romantic. She said, you’re dancing in the movies. I almost started to believe her. Then I saw you, and I knew,” he started, his voice softer and slightly higher in pitch than the other song he and Barty had done. “Maybe it’s ’cause I got a little bit older; maybe it’s all that I’ve been through. I’d like to think it’s how you lean on my shoulder. And how I see myself with you. I don’t say a word, but, still, you take my breath and steal the things I know. There you go, saving me from out of the cold.”

“Fire on fire would normally kill us. With this much desire, together we’re winners! They say that we’re out of control, and some say we’re sinners. But, don’t let them ruin our beautiful rhythms. ‘Cause when you unfold me, and tell me you love me, and look in my eye. You are perfection; my only direction. It’s fire on fire. Mmm, it’s fire on fire,” Evan sang, vaguely gesturing at his husbands on the other sofa who were still curled up together. 

“When we fight, we fight like lions. But, then we love and feel the truth. We lose our minds in a city of roses, we won’t abide by any rules. I don’t say a word, but, still, you take my breath and steal the things I know. There you go, saving me from out of the cold.”

“Fire on fire would normally kill us. With this much desire, together we’re winners! They say that we’re out of control, and some say we’re sinners. But, don’t let them ruin our beautiful rhythms. ‘Cause when you unfold me, and tell me you love me, and look in my eye. You are perfection; my only direction. It’s fire on fire. Oh, ooh. It’s fire on fire!”

“Fire on fire, would normally kill us. With this much desire, together we’re winners. They say that we’re out of control and some say we’re sinners. But, don’t let them ruin our beautiful rhythms,” Evan sang, voice softer than it had been before getting louder again. 

“Fire on fire, would normally kill us. With this much desire, together we’re winners. They say that we’re out of control and some say we’re sinners. But, don’t let them ruin our beautiful rhythms. ‘Cause when you unfold me, and tell me you love me, and look in my eye. You are perfection; my only direction. It’s fire on fire,” Evan continued, only having to deliver the final line of the song before the night was officially concluded.

“You are perfection, my only direction. It’s fire on fire,” he ended off, letting the music finish entirely before turning it off and everyone started applauding.

“Very nice, babe,” Barty said, grinning as he kissed Evan. Peter leaned over and pecked Evan’s cheek, agreeing with Barty. 

“Alright, you lot. You all know the drill, everyone already knows where they’re sleeping. Take a sobering potion and go ahead and sleep, put all your stuff away that you’ve not finished and everyone needs to be up and ready by eleven for brunch. Goodnight,” Regulus said, standing up and stretching, mostly everyone except Barty, Evan and Peter following suit to go to their own areas, the three of them only moving so they could pull out the sofa bed.

“Goodnight, y’all!” Mary said as she, Lily and Pandora headed off into their room. 

“‘Night, Mary! 'Night everyone else,” Dorcas said, closing the door behind her and Marlene. 

“Well, goodnight, Pads. Moony,” James said yawning as he stretched and he a Regulus headed off to their bedroom. 

“Goodnight, Prongs and Reg. Sleep well,” Remus responded, Sirius having grumbled as he stepped into their room and collapsed on the bed.