alt_draco | In Celebration and Remembrance

Hey, you lot!

Welcome to my home, which I hope from now on you'll all consider your home, as well.

It's ours. All of this is.

The last time there was a party here, the guest list was assuredly the crème de la crème. Think fur-trimmed dress robes, nose-sculpting charms, potency potions, and catty New London gossip, far as the eye can see. And pure blood, of course. Purest you can find.

Now I look out and see something I've never seen here before. Purple-haired weirdos, people missing a limb or two, scars on parade, some seriously questionable accessorising, and tattered and posh robes in equal measure. I see muggle-loving weasles, muggleborns and muggles chatting with purebloods, and halfbloods everywhere. And the twisty part is, as I was looking about, I realised I had to think about it before I remembered who was what and who was who.

Possibly this is also because I've had a bit of champagne.

But what I'm saying is: we're all here together. Everyone looks pretty happy, even though there are still things to be gutted about.

Everyone we've lost would want us to celebrate, and raise a toast to them. And to ourselves, as well.

So, chin chin!

Now, who wants to come up to the roof and have a ride on Sinbad's flying motorbike?