Who: Greg, Draco, Theo What: Midweek drinking Where: Boys Dorms, Slytherin When: Evening Warnings: R for language possibly
He had actually done fairly well on his Potions assignment in class. He had his homework done for DADA on time and turned in for a change. And he had met with Theo and actually caste a rather acceptable Engorgio spell, making a cup grow in size. It had been a first, and it was cause to celebrate as far as Greg was concerned. He'd gone up to his room, after he'd eaten dinner.
Dragging out the trunk, Greg caste one of the only hexes he could do well, and popped the trunk open to pull out a bottle of Fire-Whiskey. If he could count on his older brothers for anything, he could count on them for booze. For whatever reason, they felt that copious amounts of booze should be available to Greg and his friends. Greg had thought long and hard on it, and he still hadn't been able to figure out why they did it; he certainly wasn't going to say no to the owls they sent.
With the bottle out, he unscrewed the top and took a long draw from the bottle and coughed hard as the booze hit his throat.