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GAME NIGHT: SPIN THE BOTTLE

Infuriated would have insulted the capacity of the emotion he felt as he watched Lucinda slip away while bodies pushed him opposite. The image replayed in his head, now, as he stood on the carpet of his living room. It was reckless and inefficient, and he has clearly opposed the idea. The dangers that both surrounded her, Emma, and himself only amplified when separated. In that moment, her appearance before him did not bring about the same curiosity as her presence normally did. Instead, his voice was low, keeping the spike in his words, just beneath his collar; pushed down and presentable. She seemed unharmed on the surface, he didn’t bother with formalities. “I told you not to go alone. We lose the ability to communicate information properly when separated. If you got hurt, or I got hurt without the other there, we would have been useless to Emma. You’re smart, Lucinda. I expected much more from you.” He wondered in that moment, her track record with tasks given to her by their alliance. Were planned attacks more suited, was the chaos what pushed her into a different a head space. He doubted the later, knowing full well her capabilities; but that didn’t stop his opinion that their chances of survival in such a situation would have benefit from remaining together.

“A secret? I don’t have many I’m not legally obligated to keep but I’m sure I can dig up some childhood anecdote.”

Andromeda was slightly confused at who the bottle decided to land on however she wasn’t complaining. She was drunk and she always gets a bit handsy when she drinks, no matter what gender the person seemed to be. However she was a married woman so she would have to keep the kiss to a mere peck on the lips for the sake of her sanity. “Lucinda!!” The girls voice slurred in a slightly sing song voice as she stood up and sauntered over to the fellow witch. a slight giggle fell from her lips as she let herself fall into the girl’s lap and grabbed her cheeks in her hands and tilted her head. “You’re pretty.” She grinned.

To say Lucius was slightly enraged he had to kiss a mudblood was an understatement. it went against every fiber of his moral code and the anger boiled below his skin as he watched the bottle land on her. “Bloody hell.” He groaned out loud before he looked up at the witch. A long swig of his alcohol was taken before he tossed the bottle aside and used his finger to beckon Mary close and pointed to the spot right in front of him. “Come. Now.”