20th May 1998
It's been a few days. Days of nothing. Days of boring. We sit in the kitchen, we sit in the living room. We go to sleep. We stand on the balconies. We sit down. We sleep. It's like an endless cycle of boredom.
"YEAH." Theo shouts, followed by Mattheo clapping his hands from the doorway. "Food package." He sings, placing the bag onto the table. It doesnt look like a much, but the undetectable extension charm hides a lot.
"Guess what." Mattheo slams hands onto the table, amusement plastered on his face.
"We've. Got. Fire whiskey." Theo pulls two large bottles of orange liquid out of the bag.
"No fucking way." Draco laughs.
"And this muggle stuff." He pulls a larger bottle of clear liquid out this time. "Vodka? Apparently this shit is good."
"How the fuck did you get those?" Enzo splutters.
"What can i say, i'm a genius." Theo shrugs, placing the bottles back down. Pansy slides it towards her, inspecting it and cracking open the lid.
"Pans its 2 o'clock in the afternoon." Enzo laughs, unsure whether she's going to drink it or not.
The question is answered when she takes a large gulp, grimacing once it's swallowed. "Just the right time for a drink."
"That's my girl." Theo slides into the seat next to her, placing his arm across the back of her chair, and grabbing the bottle in the other hand.
Within the hour, the bottle is done. It's surprised how quick it goes when split between 6 people. Also between 6 people who have also built up a slight tolerance over the years, meaning the effects weren't strongly felt as they should be.
Everyone begins to retire back to their rooms, or to the sofas, even though it's only 3. We have all found a new appreciation for sleep, after running on what seems forever with little amounts of crap sleep.
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The balconies are nice. Especially this big one. I've been stood out here for not long. Blowing into me gently, the breeze is nice, sweeping my hair from my shoulders and blowing it beside me. The glass in my hand holds a clear liquid, which i alternate sips and large gulps from. My mind needs clearing tonight.
"Cold?" Draco says from behind me. I didn't even hear him come outside.
"No i've got a warming charm on my clothes." I turn my head back out to the city. We are about 7 stories high, and the traffic below seems so far away.
"What's that?" He questions, pulling up alongside me and leaning over the balcony like i am.
"Water."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Prove it."
Unsure of his motive, i put the glass to my lips taking a large gulp of the alcohol. It stings the back of my throat, but i don't let it show, determined to prove something to Draco.
"Oh." He says once im done. "Thought you'd knicked that muggle stuff."
Without a word, i hold my glass out to Draco, who takes it willingly, drinking a large mouthful before realising it is, in fact, that muggle stuff. His face screws up into a ball and his hand flies to his mouth. I have to fight the smile on my face. "Fucking Salazar Mara." He chokes out, coughing.
"This muggle stuff is good." I nod my head as he recovers. "I can't believe Narcissa got us out of all that." I raise the glass up to my lips and knock back the last of the vodka, wincing slightly.
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