Drunken LJ Spam
harmony_bites dared me to write and post something before it wore off...
I make no promises.
"Yes-yes-yes!"
Harry flung himself from the barstool onto Ron's shoulders as the Cannons' seeker wrapped his hands around the snitch. Hermione patted their backs and slid her glass towards Tom, wincing as it stuck to the counter.
Now, the boys wouldn't protest that she was cursing the team if she slipped away.
Her footing was uncertain as she stumbled towards the toilets, but she wasn't yet far gone enough to forget to pretend otherwise. Nevertheless, the sight of a familiar face in the crowd made her wonder what they had slipped into her drink when she hadn't been looking.
"Snape?"
*
The fact that he tried to disguise himself by turning up his collar told her he was as far gone as she-and that he was real. The Snape of her hallucinations was more likely to berate her for alcoholism.
"Having fun?"
He scowled. "Not in the slightest."
"Rooting for the Wasps, then? Even I know better."
"Sod off."
"At least you know better than to pay for tickets-it looks like you had more than enough to drink."
"Yes, we all know your magically enhanced telly was brilliant. Now, will you please leave me alone."
"Never," she said with a grin.
I make no promises.
"Yes-yes-yes!"
Harry flung himself from the barstool onto Ron's shoulders as the Cannons' seeker wrapped his hands around the snitch. Hermione patted their backs and slid her glass towards Tom, wincing as it stuck to the counter.
Now, the boys wouldn't protest that she was cursing the team if she slipped away.
Her footing was uncertain as she stumbled towards the toilets, but she wasn't yet far gone enough to forget to pretend otherwise. Nevertheless, the sight of a familiar face in the crowd made her wonder what they had slipped into her drink when she hadn't been looking.
"Snape?"
*
The fact that he tried to disguise himself by turning up his collar told her he was as far gone as she-and that he was real. The Snape of her hallucinations was more likely to berate her for alcoholism.
"Having fun?"
He scowled. "Not in the slightest."
"Rooting for the Wasps, then? Even I know better."
"Sod off."
"At least you know better than to pay for tickets-it looks like you had more than enough to drink."
"Yes, we all know your magically enhanced telly was brilliant. Now, will you please leave me alone."
"Never," she said with a grin.