Justin Finch-Fletchley (

Justin looked up from his food and wrinkled his face. "Squashes? Squashes aren't worth eating. They're what parents use when they want to punish us as children."

He reached for the bottle of Irish whiskey and poured himself another glass.

"Judging from what I've seen, you bake well. Just... don't bake squash. That's not artistry, that's torture."

It was the most he'd spoken in one shot all day, and it was thanks to the warmth of the whiskey. Well, that and his friends. He wondered briefly where Hannah had gone to find comfort, before quickly remembering how mad he was at her. He shook his head and drank half the glass of whiskey before delving back into his food.

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