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     So — Edgar was TRASHED. Or rather, incredibly crossfaded. With all the time spend being so serious these last years, the Hogwarts party felt like the break he’d been longing for, all his old friends, back together, actually having fun for once. “Hey,” He addressed no one in particular, not even looking their way. No, he was at peak concentration right now, and definitely not getting the attention he deserved for his very cool, very new trick from this person. “—hey, look! Check what I can do!” 

a party was just that, a party. nothing special, but this one felt different, almost awkward. the campus had been tense since everyone arrived back at the castle for the first time since everything happened. even the muggle machine playing music or the fireworks being set off from wands wasn’t enough to draw any sort of good attitude from regulus, though he found comfort in a bottle of bilshen’s. when he noticed someone looking, he gestured away from himself, not even processing who it was that was hovering. “there’s more down that way, if you’d like.”

n, black.

ALCOHOL. It seemed to be the one thing that always succeeded in bringing everyone together, no matter the occasion. For some it brought them closer, made them happier but for others, it did the opposite. For Evan, it calmed them, allowed them to step aside and watch from a distance as others worked the room or made a scene. How one reacted in social gatherings had always given off a visible tell about them. Before choosing a side of the war, Evan was a more frequent partier, enjoying getting lost in the dance and the night, but now, after distancing themselves more from those they enjoyed the company of and spending more time with those they truly despised, they found themselves standing closer to the corner. Still with a glass in hand. Somethings, after all, would never change.