#extras*

get it. ALL RIGHT. 

A lot of sex.

My best friend at the time and I crashed a party that was happening at a mutual acquaintance’s flat, after we’d already been out drinking the whole night. So we leave the pub and end up at this party, all is well. No one even cared that we were there and it was great. Steal a beer or two, no big deal. And then Jen’s running to the bathroom, beer in hand, so I follow her. She’s getting sick, there’s a beer tipped over in the sink, and I’m holding back her hair. We leave the bathroom, and I fling the door open so that it hits the host of the party’s girlfriend’s forehead and she’s gone all dizzy from it. As we’re in the process of trying to leave, I’m leaning against a bookshelf to try and steady myself while I’m fixing my shoe -- the bookshelf literally starts to tip over, and three drunk people have to rush over to help. Three drunk people are roughly the equivalent to how useful a baby is. Anyway, I’m fine. We’re leaving. I throw up on their porch on the way out. Hurricane Ruth-and-Jen, coming through. 

insp (Future) Death Eaters + meaning of names [1/?]

“...D’you mean Harry Potter?”