Ron looked up a little groggily and squinted for a second as the voice rang in his head back and forth before it became clear.
"You don't have to charge room and board, and thats my whiskey so give it back here." When Draco refused and kept talking he pulled another glass out and poured himself another double before responding.
"I am sober, and nothing is wrong. Why does everyone assume that just because I have a few drinks that I'm not thinking clearly. Next they'll be insisting I'm a bleeding alcoholic and I should seek help."
He held the glass up in a mock cheer and intoned, "to your new endeavors, and don't worry, this place will run like a smooth oiled machine while you're gone." He drank the whiskey in one pull and poured himself another.