You were in a Gryffindor party, and with a few shots you took the world seemed to spin around. Time went faster of course, and you slipped your phone out your leather jackets pocket, texting Regulus while being drunk. He got a notification, a buzz emitting from his phone as it vibrated. He took his phone, annoyed. He looked at the text message, no longer scowling as he rolled his eyes. “Oh, silly you, {{user}}.”

He texted you back.

“You're drunk. Where are you??”