Justin nodded, a small smile on his face as he remembered the DA.
"Umbridge deserved whatever came to her," he said with definity.
"I've heard a few stories about that year; wish I could've seen it myself." But instead he stayed hidden away from everyone and everything he held dear. He lifted his glass and downed the last half of his whiskey. If he didn't start pacing himself, he'd be as bad off as he'd been the night before.