Beer. Beer was always an acceptable alternative. Following Terrence to the kitchen, there was still that shadow of a smirk on Anthony's face. Nah, he didn't think Terrence was gay. Hell, Anthony didn't even have a problem with gay guys, anyway. But the jabs were just too glorious not to make. Besides, their relationship had been based on remarks such as that since the beginning. Why ruin a beautiful thing?
"Who did you steal it from? I would make a snide remark and ask if you took it from someone like Draco Malfoy, but the ponce is probably too bland to own something that cool, anyway." Who would own an Ashwinder egg? Ella Lestrange, probably. Though it would be a shame to steal something from her. At least she was entertaining. Unfortunately, he figured only the most bad arse would own an explosive potion ingredient.
Opening his bottle, he mulled over names for a few more moments before giving up. Taking a swig of beer, Anthony was reminded of just how good alcohol was. He'd only been able to steal a bit here and there, in the past year and a half. Freedom tasted good. It tasted like alcohol. What else had he missed that he could get his hands on.
...Ah, yes. Amazing. That would have to come later.
"I'm almost tempted to check my journal. Though, I might just give it a half an hour. Wait for the hilarity to build a bit."