School has been uneventful. Dumbledore was being normal, the "kiddies" were too loud, the place was so...

Nothing has happened to me that makes me glad I've stayed.

Simple as that.

Dropping the now empty bottle of firewhiskey, Vincent's head was pounding. He was standing, leaning against the wall next to the fire place, his head hurt, his stomach groaned at the overload of alcohol. He had never realized just how strong it was, and how much dammage it would cause his consciousness.

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