Harry Potter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} auror__potter) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Harry attempted to move back, but his legs felt like someone had sent a Jelly Legs jinx his way, and he gripped Goyle's forarms to keep steady. Hadn't Goyle been fat at one point? He certainly wasn't now. Now he was solid and warm and...asking him a question.
"Was invites wasn't I?" Harry felt almosy offended that Goyle didn't want him here, which was ridiculous and clearly a byproduct of too much alcohol. "I brought you socks. Which is a terrible birthday present, unless you're a House Elf who likes socks. Why did you ask for socks? Are you part House Elf? You're too hot to be half House Elf."
As soon as the words left Harry's mouth, he could feel hos face flame. He nearly stymbled back, but his grip on Goyle kept him on his feet. "Did you put Veri...verta...truth stuff in my drink?"