Re: Dance Floor
Hunter buried his face in the crook of Fawn's neck for only a second, just long enough that he could get away with it. He was left with the scent of her hair, filling him and making him even more intoxicated by her.
And speaking of intoxicated.
"I have a sneaking suspicion that the butterbeer may be spiked," he said, catching a glance of a few fifth year boys running away from the bowl's edge, laughing to themselves.
"I'm not going to partake, but would you like a small glass."
Hunter already had a harder time controlling his emotions, now that he'd been bitten. He wasn't going to take the chance that alcohol might impair him further.