bad decisions || nathan & pinky
Nathan Jones-Taylor was avoiding the prefects and professors at all costs.
Christmas break was around the corner, and the whole school was already feeling the holidays. Students were already slacking off, professors were getting even more exasperated, and the food were extra delicious as of late. Outside the castle, students were also playing in the white snow--which he sighed at; he’d personally rather stay somewhere tropical and with lots of sun.
With Christmas break nearing, it also meant Nathan was finally going home. He loved Hogwarts and every magical thing possible, but he also missed his parents and his sister. But he missed his little corgi the most. And so the best way to end the year was to drink the night away. Drinking with company made it even better.
And so here he was, carrying a little bag with an undetectable extension charm, filled with Ogden’s finest and a few meat pies from the Hogwarts kitchens. Nicking the prefect schedule from a fifth year, Nathan manages to avoid the prefect and professor-infested hallways and corridors, before finally arriving at the Astronomy Tower. “Please tell me you’re the one I’m supposed to meet,” he said softly but warily. He had to make sure it was Pinky at the tower and not some random prefect, professor, or the Head Boy or Girl.
It was his ass on the line. That, and he didn’t want to waste the perfectly aged firewhiskey in his bag.