Justin Finch-Fletchley (

Justin was still a little wired from the events of the day, at least enough so that sleep was still a distant thought. He walked over to the couch where Ernie had been sitting and spending far too much time staring at nothing. He flopped down next to his best mate, taking care not to spill either of the bottles of warm lager in his hands, nor the leftover chinese food he'd gone out to get earlier for everyone. He used one of the bottles to tap Ernie's forehead.

"Hey there, sunshine. If you're not gonna talk, least you can do is make yourself useful by helping me drink some of this lager."

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