the good witch

     hestia would be caught dead before drinking from that suspicious-smelling punch; she’d poured herself a glass, merely to keep her hands busy as she scanned her surroundings for a familiar face. absent-mindedly letting her feet drag her around, she couldn’t help but bring her fingers up to her temple and rub her skin vigorously at the small snippets of conversation she managed to eavesdrop into. “people are getting more and more trivial with each passing day,” she complained out-loud.

Taking a large swig from her glass of punch, Glenda eyes the other girl suspiciously, the corner of one over-plumped lip curling up just a fraction of a centimeter. "You must be lots of fun at PARTIES," she comments dryly, raising her eyebrows quickly and turning her head away from Hestia slightly. Almost immediately the cup raises to her mouth again, halfway hiding when she mumbles, "Oh wait," into the depths of the ACRID smelling punch, eyes rolling ever so slightly.

Cringing as the liquid burned its way down her throat, her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Dear god, whatever this drink was supposed to be, it was not anything good. ❛ This tastes like it’s all firewhisky and no punch. Did you — who mixed this? Who was the wanker that thought an entire bottle of whiskey and juice would be a proper ratio? ❜ Mixing drinks was no different from potions, measurements were everything. It was simple. How did someone ruin something so simple? 

A loud, musical LAUGH burbled from between Glenda's lips as she looked on in amusement, watching as Lily reacted as though she'd just ingested RANCID GILLYWATER and not a well-intentioned party drink. "Booze is for getting drunk, not for tasting good," she informed Lily in mock condescension, tapping the bottom of the other girl's cup encouragingly, her own drink swinging from two fingers, second glass already three quarters of the way gone. "Drink up!"

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