Who: Harry Potter and [Open to anyone who wanted to go with him.] Where: Starts at USC campus, then likely random party/ies When: St. Patty's Day. What: Harry needs a drink... or 50. Rating: TBD, but probably high for swearing and drunkenness. Status:Ongoing
Hermione's marriage really wasn't the problem, and Harry had to just accept that. What the problem was, was that she hadn't told him. It likely sounded selfish and needy, to be angry at her for not telling him; still, he couldn't help but feel it really put a rating on their friendship. Marriage was a big deal, a big big deal in anyone's life, and the fact that you would keep something so big, and life changing to both yourself and your life from your supposed 'best' friend, meant, to him at least, that that friendship wasn't really all that valued. He knew people would say he was being overdramatic, and that he had to give her a second chance, and of course he would. He still wanted to be friends with her, the problem was it seemed, to him, she didn't reciprocate. Despite what she'd said.
So yea, Harry was in the mood to get drunk and forget problems. He was rested up against the front of the student building at USC, figuring they could go from there. In hand was a flask already full of Whiskey, which he was drinking with some somberness behind him. He wanted to go to the bars, but being underage sort of prevented that from being a viable option; so, therefore he'd have to make do with some sort of party, or acquiring alcohol by unconventional means. He didn't really care, just that he wanted to get wasted.