Rabastan frowned. He didn’t drink. He didn’t like the taste of it, or what he’d seen people act like under its influences. It was something he assumed he’d grow to like when he was older and normally when it was offered to him he’d refuse but looking around the other members of the team now – Lucius, and his brother and even his best friend Regulus, it seemed obvious that this was part of the initiation into the team. If he didn’t drink even a little bit he might end up their new chaser after all.
“Cheers.” He said, smiling through his trepidation and he pressed the bottle to his lips, taking a quick sip of the Fire Whisky. True to its name the drink burned on his tongue and down his throat and Rabastan gasped for breath, eyes watering. “It’s…um…good stuff.” He managed, passing it across to another member of the team, hopeful that that bit was over now.