Enough for You

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This chapter contains mature themes: 18+. Readers discretion is advised.———————————————————

SLYTHERIN HAD WON! But at what cost?

Once Madame Hooch realized Fred was falling she cast a quick 'Arresto Momentum' which caught the eyes of several staff members.

The students were all sent to their common rooms, as the professors tried to figure out how the display had occurred in the first place.

I kept thinking about Fred as we made our way back towards the dungeons, but it seems I was the only one who was.

Within an hour or so, the common room was decorated with banners and streamers hanging from every possible light fixture. Students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were sneaking in through the entrance, and everyone was celebrating the first win of the year.

Sitting by the fireplace, pure malt whiskey gripped in my hand. I couldn't stop thinking about how much pain Fred was probably in right now, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind as I took another long swig of the bronze liquor.

In a matter of minutes cheering erupted from every corner of the room. Students scrambling to their feet to clap and whistle, popping confetti bombs, and throwing their arms up in the air to show their congratulations as the entirety of the Slytherin quidditch team walked through the entrance.

Adrian Pucey in the front, followed by every team member. Draco, Theo, Blaise, Sybil Selwyn, Graham Montague, Miles Bletchley, Tracey Davis and many others.

Looking over at Pansy across the room I can see a small blush appear on her pale cheeks, probably staring at Blaise I thought to myself

"Let's Partyyyyy!" yells Adrian at the top of his lungs making the cheering grow louder and the base of the music blare harder than before.

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Heartless - Kanye West
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"Sam, here." says Marcus Flint over the booming song, handing me a small shot glass with some sort of green slime in it, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Whats this then?" I ask laughing.

"Hey, you trust me don't you?" he questions before clinking his cup with mine.

Bringing the cups to our mouths, in synchronization, we down the slime-like substance, throwing our heads back to let the thick liquid run down our throats.

A sweet, green-apple taste is fixed in my mouth before I finally bring my head back down to ask "So what did I just drink?"

"It's a blend."

"Of?"

"Kiwi juice, lime soda, liquid luck, apple sorbet, witches brew..." he trails on, counting each ingredient with his fingers.

"Liquid luck?" I ask, wide eyed "Why would we need liquid luck?"

"Why wouldn't we? Its a party Rowle, have some fun." Flint adds before making his way over to congratulate the quidditch team.

Taking a swig of my whiskey I peel myself away from the fireplace and take a walk around the large room.

I like people watching...its comforting.

I can spot Pansy talking to Sybil Selwyn, one of the only girls on the quidditch team.

Crabbe and Goyle sitting on the same couch in the back corner. Close, knees touching, staring deep into each others eyes as they laugh. Interesting.