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Beau groaned as he tried to sit up straight, tilting his head a little bit to try and stretch it out. “Do you think there’s a spell to get a kink out of my neck?” He asked whoever was nearby, raising his hand up to try and rub it. “I have practice later, and I can barely look to the left. I can’t fly like this.”
“So, I already have two cats – Cookie, and Brownie. My sister just wrote to me saying I should adopt another one and call it Blondie.” Hugo looked up from the letter in his hand and spoke to the nearest person. “Should I do it?”
“I’m not going there to celebrate a blood traitor and a mudblood. Why the hell’s this school even allowing wedding here is beyond me.” Antonin picked up a glass and took a long sip as he looked over at the person approaching. The party seemed to be raging, but he wasn’t planning on even stepping a foot there. It was all about principles, and he had way too many. “What’s your excuse?” @finestra-starters
Alice had slipped out of the party, champagne flute in hand, long overwhelmed by the noise around her. It was too loud with too many people, and she was nowhere near tipsy enough for it to be fun, yet. She kicked off her heels and padded out into the courtyard and took a seat on one of the low stone benches, setting down her shoes and drink and casting a warming charm to avoid freezing. A muggle lighter and cigarette appeared from the pocket of her gown, and she lit it and took a drag. It was a habit she knew her mother would have hated, but oh well.
A noise near her made her jump and scan the dark grounds around her. She was acutely aware of how alone she was. “Hello?” She called softly, tightening her fingers around her wand. “Who’s there?”
Peter Pettigrew… wasn’t sure where his suit jacket had ended up. He knew he’d changed into the blue suit for the reception, hoping the color wouldn’t bring attention to his puffy eyes. The wedding itself had been beautiful, and perhaps it was the alcohol currently in his system, but he wasn’t sure he’d cry that much at his own wedding. If he had one. After the break he’d had, Remus’s mother’s funeral… He’d just enjoyed seeing one of his mates so happy. He took a sip from the glass in his hand, taking another sip. He’d had someone else fix him a drink for the second time that night, and this one was delicious. While he didn’t drink often, a wedding between two important people in his life was cause for celebration. He stayed by the drink table, watching the festivities going on as he merrily sipped his drink.
“Never going to be a bloody better pairing at this school,” Peter told the person next to him, small smile on his lips. “I think we all needed something good to happen. The world’s wild.”
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Andrew hadn’t been big on crowds since his brother’s death, he didn’t want to make small talk or pretend like he wasn’t constantly thinking about what to do if something happened, and where the nearest exit was. If Maelie hadn’t dragged him to Sirius and Mary’s wedding, he’d likely be in his dorm reading. But here he was lurking on the outskirts of the party, leaning against the wall with his eyes scanning the crowd when he noticed a figure nearby. “You’re missing the party by staring at me.” Andrew smirked just slightly and turned to look at them.
“Are you judging me?” she asked the other with an amused smile on her lips noticing them watching her just after she had downed yet another drink. “Tonight is about celebrating true love and free booze, right?”
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“Don’t make me beg you, it’s part of my duty to make sure everybody’s in high spirits.” The redhead smirked as she pushed the champagne glass into the other’s hand. “Drink up, we’re celebrating.”
“Nope, that’s mine.” She snatched the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, smirking at the person it was originally for. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m going through stuff. Of course, I’m not made of stone so if you ask nicely, I’ll be willing to share.”
Milo blinked twice, turning to the other with a sheepish grin. His mind had been elsewhere, and he wasn’t entirely sure how long he’d been standing there. “Sorry, I uh, was in a world of my own there.” He admitted, pinching the bridge of his nose, before pushing up his glasses. “Were you saying something?”
Laughter left Mary’s lips as she sipped her drink, eyes roaming the festivities around her. Her thumb mindlessly playing with the ring now on her finger, the smile wide on her features. Ever since they’d decided to get married, the smile had never left Mary’s lips and she was the happiest she’d been.
She’d been watching her husband as he talked to someone, smiling fondly. It was only until she vaguely heard someone say something that she turned to see someone standing besides her. “Oh, sorry, I— yeah I have no excuse, I was too busy staring at Sirius.” She admitted with a grin.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you have to bring us a wedding present.” Sirius huffed and folded his arms over his chest. “Well, especially me even if Mary doesn’t want it. So, where is it?”
The sound of her heels echo against the marble floor, disregarding any attempts at subtlety. Why should she? Her reputation ensured her certain level of immunity and liberty from the social norms. Deciding to push it further when she approached the set of tables at the library her hand pulled the chair away, using more force than necessary only to create a creaking cacophony, smirking in satisfaction when she succeeded. As she positioned herself to sit down, she caught the pair of eyes staring at her. “You wanted to say something?” Voice as honey and saccharine smile completed her mask of amity, camouflaging the underlying threat in her voice.
“–Oh, sorry, mate,” Anna chuckled, without an ounce of sincerity in her tone. Her smile was a little too wide for that. It was her birthday, and for once, she was feeling pretty good about herself. “I promise the next one won’t end up all over your face. Swear on Merlin’s grave.”
your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.
Andromeda usually wasn’t one to get drunk, but she just wanted to not think so much for once in a while. Especially with recent developments that had come to light. It was why the girl had found herself in a bar, on her – well she’d actually lost count how many glasses of wine she’d had. Draining the glass she had, the girl waved the bartender over - eyes catching sight of someone next to her. “You can join me if you’d like,” Andromeda told them, words slightly slurred together, as the bartender approached. “This rounds on me.”
