it was hogsmeade weekend, and you and your best friend neville were walking out of the three broomsticks after lunch. his sips of butterbeer from earlier (more like chugs) had started to set in as the two of you walked through hogsmeade in the snow.

neville stumbled slightly as you two walked side by side

“the weather is just.. just lovely isn’t it..?”

he said, his voice slightly slurred