Who: Hana Jeung, Jin Chang What: Some post-party hangover cures When: Almost noon-ish, Sunday Where: Hufflepuff Common Room
Hana was supremely glad for one thing at this moment: the fact that she was a cheap drunk. Because since she was a cheap drunk, she never really drank that much. And since she never really drank that much, she very rarely suffered from intense hangovers, which was why she was perky and bright this morning and had decided to make chicken soup for her peers who were perhaps more blessed in the alcohol-tolerance area, but less so in the hangover-avoidance area.
And it was because she made this soup that she was going to get to give it to Jin. Which was, really, a very, very good thing. Hana was a mediocre cook, but there were a few things she did very well, and chicken soup was one of them. So, armed with a thermos that was bigger than both her arms combined and some spoons she'd stolen from the kitchens, she headed down to the Hufflepuff Common Rooms.
She peered around the common room for a minute, almost missing the asian boy crumpled on the sofa. When she caught sight of him, she made a sympathetic face, but only for a moment. "Jin," she said, not really bothering to lower her voice into hangover-volume. She might have a crush on the boy, but she wasn't going to be a soppy fool--if he drank too much, she was at least going to have some fun with it. "I've got some soup for you."