"…and so the winner of the house cup is… Gryffindor!" The banners changed, one by one, to suit the winner, as the Gryffindors surged to their feet, cheering and laughing and whistling. People at other tables were clapping, some whistling and cat calling friends from the winning house.
"I thought he’d never announce the winner," Marlene shouted, grinning hugely, and Mary stopped cheering long enough to add, "me either. But it was us!" Fireworks were lit off, high above their heads, and sent a look across the table to where Sirius and James were grinning up at them. Remus caught her gaze and shrugged, before turning his attention back to the ceiling as a particularly loud firework went off.
"Settle down, settle down." Dumbledore’s voice rang out, echoing despite the loud cheers, and slowly, one by one, the Gryffindors sat back down. After a few more announcements, there was another gesture, and the food appeared along the long tables. The chatter started now, particularly buoyant among the Gryffindors, as the meal was started.
"Nice fireworks, boys," Marlene commented, slanting a look toward Sirius and James. "I’m not saying they were us," James started, grinning, "but we would have been prepared to also set them off if Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff had won." Sirius laughed at this point, picking up where James had left off, "and if it had been Slytherin, we would have something a bit more… suitable to their tastes." He let it hang there, and Lily considered commenting on it… but it was a celebration, and it didn’t matter as they hadn’t actually done anything. So she let it slide.