Feb 5, 2019
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Toasted was understatement as he rounded the halls of the Slytherin common area. Bumping into the wall and using it for a crutch to keep him from sliding off his feet. The redhead hummed as he zigzagged until he plopped into the couch, humming dreamily as he took another gulp from the decanter of whiskey he had commandeered from under someone’s bed.
Glossy blues turn to the figure that gets nearest to him. His eyes roll into the back of his head. Unleashing an unpleasant grunt he managers to slur out, “What the bloody Shalazar are you here?”
