"Nope, I never would." He grinned and shook his head. "Nor would any other house. We're all fairly certain that it would be a Gryffindor." Because that was just how those who were sorted into the house of the brave were like.
"and I'm not so sure about that Misha. Our team is better than ever this year. We're going to beat Gryffindor into the ground." It was a dream for him to have it happen. At least he hoped that it would. It would've been sweeter had Misha been on the team still, but it still would be amazing if they could pull it off.
He finished another glass and could feel his cheeks already getting warm from the alcohol. It felt good. "So we're just drinking and heckling all night at each other?