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“it’s what i’m here for,” alex began with a gentle nod and an admittedly smug smile. “and hey, stereotyping,” he called out playfully, pointing at her with an accusatory index finger. “okay, fair enough, i get your point. gryffindors are known for their alcoholic tendencies. but the only reason you guys have this reputation is because you’re loud about it.” an almost mischievous glint appeared in his eyes at his counterpoint. “trust me, you haven’t LIVED until you’ve been to a party in the ravenclaw tower.” it was true, or at least in alex’s point of view. he remembered setting up for a rave with kingsley, spending hours on mixing different alcoholic drinks together in an attempt to make the strongest cocktail possible. of course this meant that they were pretty pissed by the time the party actually started but C’EST LA VIE. before alex could say anything else however, the glare of pomfrey caught his eye from across the room and he immediately began to backtrack. “i mean,” he started, tearing his gaze away from poppy to look at dorcas. “don’t drink alcohol. it’s bad for your liver and kidneys.”
“though not what poppy thinks you’re here for,” doe wrinkles her nose and nods slightly, giggling with a quiet smile. “hey! i’m allowed, i know about all the stereotypes and which ones we fit and which ones don’t.” she held her hands up, half surrendering, using it as a sign of mock guilt. “you see, you can’t even deny it. well, yeah, ‘course we are, pretty much everything that goes well is considered a special occasion that needs us to drink and have a party about. hey, what can i say? we like being the loudest.” we’re making sure we’re heard, she thinks to herself, as she glances up at him and chortles, in the slightest, as he talks about parties in ravenclaw tower. she can almost tell, when he loses himself in his memories and forgets where he is, forgets that he isn’t a teenager, at least. she can feel the smile rising before she stops it. “oh, is that so? i’ll have to bag myself an invite next time there is one.” she didn’t know whether it was true, but, she could see that he believed it, with every fibre of his being. she glances up to poppy, who was glaring at alex because he wasn’t doing what he was supposed to. “most things are, if you eat or drink too much of it.”
















