When: 14th August, 1979 Where: Selwyn Residence Who: Open

Andromeda nudged the sweets in Alice’s direction, head resting in her hand. “Help yourself. There’s a nice fizzy liqueur thing inside them.” Nice was not the way she’d have described the chocolate normally; she didn’t care for them, and suspected that was why her mother had sent them, specifically, to mark her birthday. How silly and petty, and yet it stung. Lowering her voice, she added, “That tiny amount of alcohol doesn’t affect the, you know, does it?” Not that she’d eaten any.

“Zoe,” James lowered his voice into a whisper, “Are you high?”

“I’d stay away from the punch. Unless you like the taste of straight vodka.”

Benjy hadn’t meant to read over the witch’s shoulder, but she was working on some sort of runic thing, and he couldn’t help himself. When she looked up, he coughed and sat back. “Sorry. Just curious.”

“How ill-advised is it, really, to do nineteen shots tonight?”

“On a scale of one to ten, how willing are you to engage in casual sports today?”