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“GOOOOOOO HUFFLEPUFF.” Albus Potter was normally quiet, reserved, even. But he was shot with adrenaline from watching his house win the Quidditch cup for the first time in years and just a bit tipsy from the firewhiskey someone had snuck into the common room. The Potter siblings had bet dishes for the entire summer on whose house would win the Quidditch cup, and now Albus was looking at a dish-free holiday. He had every right to be excited.
As a result, he was shouting and cursing more than he generally did. “Bloody Badgers win the Quidditch cup, don’t fuck with us. Right, Yoko?” He turned to the girl at his side, taking another drink from the glass bottle that had found its way into his hand, and grimacing at the way it burned as he handed it to her. “Want some?”