WHO: Poppy and Cormac WHAT: Poppy routinely likes inviting near strangers over her flat to get drunk late at night WHERE: Poppy's Flat near Diagon Alley WHEN: Saturday Night, around midnight RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete
Okay. So inviting a bloke she'd met a grand total of once over her flat to drink was a bit ridiculous when she stopped to think about it. But Poppy wasn't really the type to do that. He'd been around and had offered to get sloshed with her, she'd be silly to turn it down. Plus, he's a Quidditch player. That meant he couldn't be an axe murder. At least she hoped not.
Her impressive assortment of alcohol was laid out on the table. Poppy already had tumbler of vodka and cranberry juice in hand. She looked like she was in her pajamas. A thin blue tank top paired with a pair of tight black yoga pants. It was casual and comfortable. That's why she'd opted to just drink here. She looked at the time. Fifteen minutes had almost passed since she told Cormac to come over. She hoped he actually showed up. She sat down on her couch and flipped on the telly while she waited.