Taff hovered in the doorway for a moment, but it was only a moment, and then he made a bee-line for the alcohol he was presented with. He chose a bottle of brown liquid and unscrewed the lid hurriedly, as if any second now Aurora would laugh and take it from him and tell him it was wishful thinking. Teachers didn't just hand alcohol to students!
"Thanks Professor-" He blurted before tipping the bottle back to fill his mouth. Turns out he'd picked whiskey. There was a sweet flavour that lasted all of a split second before it hit the back of his throat and made him wince and squeeze his eyes shut. He forced himself to follow, gagging slightly and then, regarding the bottle carefully, did it again.