"To life, then," Adrian agreed. He drained his glass a little slower than Angelina finished hers, but then, he supposed she had reason. It was difficult to watch her subtly with them sitting so close, though he made his best effort. There were stirrings of concern somewhere at the back of his subconscious that he studiously ignored. After all, he wasn't sure it would be welcome. Gryffindors, of all the houses, tended to think the very worst of Slytherins. It wasn't without reason, but Adrian was living proof that not all of his former housemates were evil shits out to take over the world or some rot. Good luck telling that to some, he thought. Graduation should've meant they were past all that. Not so likely, with things as they were. There was a much better chance of people on both sides thinking him a coward for not getting involved in some way. And this was meant to be a happy visit! Adrian shook off the negativity and grinned.
"Too right. I'll admit, I might have attempted to crawl into a bottle just after leaving the hospital last year. Needless to say, it didn't help. I haven't touched much of the stuff since. Too busy trying to get myself back in fighting form. I don't intend to be hidden away here forever." He'd made that clear to McGonagall. Two terms and then, provided he had the go-ahead, he'd be attending trials. Adrian didn't want to think about the fact that he might never play professionally again. The firewhiskey would help with that. "Speaking of, how's it, playing with the Wasps?"
He still had friends among the Arrows, only months removed from their ranks. They claimed to miss him, but sitting inside the old castle walls, Adrian realized he was a world away - even further than France. Angelina being there with him made it feel just that bit more reachable again.