you call and the ghosts all obey.

          he doesn’t look well, is her first thought, worry welling up as she watches him approach, looking half-dazed and not noticing her until quite late. it isn’t easy to fight the instinct to take back her bottle and tell him off. he’s her little cousin, and in her mind’s eye she can still see him as a little boy stealing sips of butterbeer — but they’re all older now, and none of them are children anymore. still, it seems she can’t help taunting him just a little. “ yeah ? you sure you’re old enough for that ? don’t want some pumpkin juice ? ” she needles a little, all jest without a trace of malice, hoping to bring something of a smile to his face.

     “Thanks, mate,” Edgar replied, having been looking for another bottle a few minutes — and making a beeline towards the supply as soon as he noticed the gesture, not even bothering to check who it was. Not surprisingly, considering the way this party was going, there was very little left — though he did hear someone yelling about a first-year stealing booze earlier. “You wanna share?” He held the bottle up in his hand as he returned. “It’s the last Blishen’s left.” And considering Edgar was definitely already swaying on his feet, sharing might be for the better anyway.

did he want to share? no. he’d gotten enough shared pieces of things since he was a child, as one of the youngest in the black family and he was sure this was going to be the same. but his bottle had about run dry and ogden’s didn’t quite hit the same as bilshen’s. fuck it, may as well. “yeah, sure, i’m cool with that.” or rather, it was probably his best chance of keeping himself drunk.

          andromeda is a shadow at the edge of the party, lurking near a table set up with drinks and hoarding a bottle of odgen’s old that she drinks too fast, in the hopes that it will calm her nerves. “ it’s … weird, isn’t it ? ” she broaches the subject hesitantly. “ fourth year, all i could think about was how cool it would be to sneak out to the start of year party. now … ” instead of finishing her thought, she just shrugs and takes another sip of firewhisky, swaying slightly to the music. “ i dunno. maybe i just need another drink. — … what do you think ? ”