♡ ° –– ❝ christian:
with alcohol coursing through his veins, an uncharacteristically g i g g l y christian mingled through the crowd in the white wyvern. “alright,” he hiccuped, cheeks flushed. “wanna hear a JOKE? i’ve got plenty of ‘em.”
lyra knew that she was rather tipsy and that it probably wouldn’t last long, knowing that it was her half-vampire side. she turned to face the former gryffindor, bobbing her head. “ i don’t see why not, so hit me with a joke. ”













