SK - #19 Tradition - Miles to Sobriety
Name: Miles From Sobriety
Prompt: #19 Tradition
Genre: Humor
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Suresh Slytherin, Rabastan Lestrange, Evan Rosier, Astoria Greengrass, Augustus Rookwood, Tom Marvolo, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Bellatrix Black, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black, Hugo Weasley, Aina O'Liathain and Adelaide Slytherin.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 678
Once the age of fifteen had been reached, it had always been tradition in the Slytherin common room that Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were never to be spent even a mile near sobriety. The year that Suresh turned eighteen was no exception.
“Drink me under the table? Rodolphus, my friend, I was drinking men twice my age under the table when not even your family name was around to see it.”
“You sure, Slytherin? Willing to put your stories to the test?”
“Indeed, I am. But are you?”
Rodolphus responded by slamming two shot glasses down the table. Suresh took a seat opposite, an astute smile dancing across his features.
“I don’t recommend you do this, Rod,” Rabastan stated, patting his brother on the shoulder, “But it would be amusing to watch.”
“I’ll wager you ten galleons you’ll be out cold within ten minutes,” Suresh laughed.
Rodolphus put the money in and turned to talk to the other Slytherin.
“What do you think, Adelaide? Think I’ve got a chance against your brother?”
“She’s asleep, you know, Rodolphus,” Augustus pointed out as he nodded his head in the direction of the end of the table. Adelaide was curled up on the chair, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on her knees. She was completely dead to the world.
“Really? When did that happen?” Astoria asked, looking up at Evan, he was so close that her eyes went crossed eyed. She was sitting beside him, her cheek resting on his shoulder.
“’Bout an hour ago,” Amycus decided as he attempted to unscrew the top of a bottle that didn’t have a top to unscrew.
“Liar,” Lucius drawled, he turned to Astoria, who was sitting opposite him, “It was about five minutes ago.”
“Oh,” Astoria replied, looking at Rabastan as if it had been him who had been talking.
From seemingly out of nowhere, someone began to mutter.
“That hurt,” the tiny voice said.
Alecto looked around in bemusement from where she sat on Tom’s knee. Those two were sat at the opposite end of the table from Adelaide. “Where did that come from?”
“Pixies.”
“Oh, do shut up, Amycus.”
“It was Narcissa. Lucius? She’s under the table again,” Tom told Malfoy, his voice somewhere between amused and indignant.
There was a more muttering and a few over turned chairs as Lucius rescued his choice of Black sister.
“Just pry her fingers of it!”
“No!”
“Why not?”
Aina and Hugo were whispering furiously in the seats two down from Adelaide. Aina was after Adele’s drink.
“She’ll wake up and kill me!” Hugo protested.
“No she won’t. Besides, I’ll save you!” Aina retorted.
“Oh, will you two shut up?” Bellatrix snapped as she lifted Adelaide’s head up with one hand and took the bottle of Firewhiskey with the other. Pulling the cork out of the top, Bellatrix frowned and asked herself, “How on earth did she get that back in there?”
She wandered back over to Rodolphus and sat herself down beside him.
“Oh, thanks, Bella. You brought the drink,” Rodolphus announced smiling at Bella and giving her a quite kiss on the cheek. She turned away so that the bottle was out of his reach.
“Not yours,” she said simply and took a swig.
Suresh did his best to whistle at Amycus to get his attention. He gestured in the direction of the bottle Amycus had been trying to open. Carrow shrugged and slid the bottle down the table, its contents sloshing out all over the surface on its way.
There was a loud smash as the bottle flew off the table and smashed by Rodolphus’ feet. He swore and ducked under to see what he could salvage of the alcohol.
“Rod, that’s really not a good idea,” Rabastan told his brother. He told him a little too late. As Rod tried to stand up he thwacked his head on the underneath of the table, and was out cold almost immediately.
Grinning at the conscious twin, Suresh scooped up the pile of galleons and announced deviously, “I win.”
Prompt: #19 Tradition
Genre: Humor
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Suresh Slytherin, Rabastan Lestrange, Evan Rosier, Astoria Greengrass, Augustus Rookwood, Tom Marvolo, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Bellatrix Black, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black, Hugo Weasley, Aina O'Liathain and Adelaide Slytherin.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 678
Once the age of fifteen had been reached, it had always been tradition in the Slytherin common room that Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were never to be spent even a mile near sobriety. The year that Suresh turned eighteen was no exception.
“Drink me under the table? Rodolphus, my friend, I was drinking men twice my age under the table when not even your family name was around to see it.”
“You sure, Slytherin? Willing to put your stories to the test?”
“Indeed, I am. But are you?”
Rodolphus responded by slamming two shot glasses down the table. Suresh took a seat opposite, an astute smile dancing across his features.
“I don’t recommend you do this, Rod,” Rabastan stated, patting his brother on the shoulder, “But it would be amusing to watch.”
“I’ll wager you ten galleons you’ll be out cold within ten minutes,” Suresh laughed.
Rodolphus put the money in and turned to talk to the other Slytherin.
“What do you think, Adelaide? Think I’ve got a chance against your brother?”
“She’s asleep, you know, Rodolphus,” Augustus pointed out as he nodded his head in the direction of the end of the table. Adelaide was curled up on the chair, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on her knees. She was completely dead to the world.
“Really? When did that happen?” Astoria asked, looking up at Evan, he was so close that her eyes went crossed eyed. She was sitting beside him, her cheek resting on his shoulder.
“’Bout an hour ago,” Amycus decided as he attempted to unscrew the top of a bottle that didn’t have a top to unscrew.
“Liar,” Lucius drawled, he turned to Astoria, who was sitting opposite him, “It was about five minutes ago.”
“Oh,” Astoria replied, looking at Rabastan as if it had been him who had been talking.
From seemingly out of nowhere, someone began to mutter.
“That hurt,” the tiny voice said.
Alecto looked around in bemusement from where she sat on Tom’s knee. Those two were sat at the opposite end of the table from Adelaide. “Where did that come from?”
“Pixies.”
“Oh, do shut up, Amycus.”
“It was Narcissa. Lucius? She’s under the table again,” Tom told Malfoy, his voice somewhere between amused and indignant.
There was a more muttering and a few over turned chairs as Lucius rescued his choice of Black sister.
“Just pry her fingers of it!”
“No!”
“Why not?”
Aina and Hugo were whispering furiously in the seats two down from Adelaide. Aina was after Adele’s drink.
“She’ll wake up and kill me!” Hugo protested.
“No she won’t. Besides, I’ll save you!” Aina retorted.
“Oh, will you two shut up?” Bellatrix snapped as she lifted Adelaide’s head up with one hand and took the bottle of Firewhiskey with the other. Pulling the cork out of the top, Bellatrix frowned and asked herself, “How on earth did she get that back in there?”
She wandered back over to Rodolphus and sat herself down beside him.
“Oh, thanks, Bella. You brought the drink,” Rodolphus announced smiling at Bella and giving her a quite kiss on the cheek. She turned away so that the bottle was out of his reach.
“Not yours,” she said simply and took a swig.
Suresh did his best to whistle at Amycus to get his attention. He gestured in the direction of the bottle Amycus had been trying to open. Carrow shrugged and slid the bottle down the table, its contents sloshing out all over the surface on its way.
There was a loud smash as the bottle flew off the table and smashed by Rodolphus’ feet. He swore and ducked under to see what he could salvage of the alcohol.
“Rod, that’s really not a good idea,” Rabastan told his brother. He told him a little too late. As Rod tried to stand up he thwacked his head on the underneath of the table, and was out cold almost immediately.
Grinning at the conscious twin, Suresh scooped up the pile of galleons and announced deviously, “I win.”