@stcrytime
“Better hide that, Jamie,” Eric motioned to the bottle in the other young man’s hand. “If Prickly Prefect finds it ‘yer gonna be in loads of trouble.” And as soon as the clock struck the hour, on the dot, the Gryffindor male prefect entered their shared dorm to tell them about lights out. Eric grinned at the man but didn’t pretend to be happy with his presence. “Thanks for reminding us, Al. Mind tucking me in? Readin’ me a bedtime story?”
Once gone, Eric looked back to his friend. The pair had snuck a pack of ale from Hogsmeade earlier that day and had promised to spend the weekend together, since Potter’s date with some Hufflepuff girl had fell through. “Not still sulking on ‘bout her, aw’ ya? There’s loads of girls, Jamie. Shouldn’t be trouble with a face like yours.”
