( copper.)

What? He was a little confused about what she was implying, so he couldn’t help the slight blush on his cheeks. “I  — I will, okay. But you are okay, right?” He sighed. Really smooth, Ryder. “Come on, it doesn’t have to be you, does it? When is your turn to have some fun?”

Minnie nodded, confused as to why Ryder would blush. “Sorry, that was reallly lame on my part. Um-- yeah! I’ll be fine and besides it’s not like you did it on purpose. And well, it’s difficult when everyone depends on you to help everyone else? Like ‘if Minnie comes then we will be alright’. But if you promise you won’t tell...maybe a drink or two won’t be so bad?” 

❝I don’t trust that leprechaun.❞ @minniecreeve

“I think it’s common for them to be trickster’s anyways but -- I mean you’re not wrong. The Lucky Charms guy is seriously shady.”

❝I have finesse! I have finesse coming out of my bottom.❞ @minniecreeve

“Of course you do. Wouldn’t be a Creevey if you didn’t.”

“Me? of course I’m okay. I was the one who sent you to the ground. Are you okay? I’m really sorry, Minnie.” There was a goofy smile on his lips, but he hoped his voice sounded sincere enough for her to believe him. “I need to make this up to you, so I’m gonna refill you. Firewhisky, hm? Someone’s starting the night with the right foot.”

“If I say I’m not alright will be you be extra nice when you make it up to me? --Just kidding.” She grinned as she took out her wand to dry off the firewhiskey and proceeded to make sure he didn’t get any as well. “--And someone gave that to me. I don’t usually drink at these things...I mean someone has to help everyone back to their dorms, right?”

“I told you we wouldn’t run out of spirits!” Ryder was so immersed in the discussion and the firewhisky that he never really saw whoever was behind him until it was too late. A second later, he was surely trying to help them up almost as avidly as he tried to refill his cup. It was a party, for Merlin’s sake, his prioritizing talents weren’t at their best. “I promise you I’m sorry, even if it doesn’t look like I am.” He said, the mean-no-good smile on his lips explaining just what he was talking about.

Maybe she should have paid more attention to her surrounding instead of finding her siblings. But alas, Minnie had found herself on the floor, wet from the contents of her untouched drink. “It’s....it’s fine. It was my fault and-- I mean who doesn’t like to bathe in firewhiskey...in front of the whole school.” She countered his smile with a kind on of her own, deciding to take him for his word. “ Are you okay?”