#brain not functioning

Lizard = Sandile , Sunny = Vulpix , Moonbeast = ???

RUMI: Raichu, Lunatone, Musharna, Chandelure

EXANDROTH (Volcarona): Floette, Klefki, Clefable, Altaria

"Why are going by this muggle contraption again?" He asks as he looks nervously at the thing. It's enormous, larger than a Dragon even. How the bloody hell did Muggles make these?

"Because the portkey office said it would be three more hours before they can make us a portkey and then it's two more hours waiting time. This way we get there in two and half hours." Harry explains but Draco just looks disdainfully at him.

He could have just made one himself, it is illegal but it would be better than whatever in Merlin's name is this white thing.

"Was waiting for a few hours such a taxation?" He knows it is, they need to get there fast or who knows what will happen. It's better to argue with Harry on trivial things than think about the situation they are in. That would be tiring.

"They have alcohol on board," Harry sighs then looks hopefully at Draco. Draco spares him a smile.

"Why didn't you say that before? Circe knows I need a drink. Haven't slept in the last 30 hours and now I have a wedding to witness, not only that I'm one of the best man." Draco complains, he glares at Harry because it's his fault.

"What? How is it my fault that you forgot the rings?" Harry cries out.

"I forgot? I forgot? In case you lost your memory, let me remind you. I distinctly told you that the rings would be your only duty. And what did you do? You forgot that and not only so, you now blame me?" Draco screeches out.

"Well you did forget that I'm forgetful and you gave me something as important as the rings. Not on me, love." Harry shrugs and it infuriates Draco more. The audacity of this fucker-

"Don't you love me, right now. Won't help you at all-" a knock interrupts his rant and Harry looks relieved.

He opens the door of their cabinet and the hostess asks, "Would you like to eat or drink something? Maybe some juice or tea?"

"What about alcohol?" Draco asks, didn't Harry say they have that?

The hostess looks uncomfortable for a moment, maybe even shocked. Who wouldn't be if they were asked to serve alcohol at 6 am in the morning. She must think him to be a complete nutter. Draco is beyond care.

"Yes, well we do. What would you like, sir?"

"The strongest one you have please," he responds and her eyes widen for a moment.

"And for you sir?" She asks as she draws her attention away from Draco.

"Oh same for me. Make both of them neat, yeah?" Harry requests, the hostess nods before shutting their door.

Oh, she so thinks they are both either nuts or alcoholics.

When she finally brings them the glasses, Draco gulps his in one go, it's hilarious to look at the hostess expression.

"Should I take it then?" She asks gesturing towards Draco's glass.

"Refill please," Draco requests while Harry amusedly sips his whiskey.

He gets two more refills before he stops. Harry takes just one. He starts to feel the sliiightly tipsy but Harry seems fine.

As he gets off the plane, he thinks how the hostess must be glad to see them leave after all. But then, he remembers that his best friend's wedding in about one hour and he is going to be murdered if he is late.

And then they dash.

Day 35: Please Don't Go || Day 37: Funeral

swimsuit swire sketch, didn’t mean to colour it haha so that’s why the blue is everywhere