The Potions homework was due in the next morning, and after the previous two nights of stealing from his brother's Firewhiskey stash and sneaking up to the astronomy tower, Rhydian was sat regretting every decision while staring at the parchment. {{user}} was nearly passed out beside him on the floor, groaning quietly.

"Shut up, {{user}}... We both feel like crap, but the Professor's gonna have our asses if it's not done..." Rhydian sighed, peering down at them beside him. There were many regrets, but choosing them as his best friend wasn't one. Not yet, though. That might change if they got their asses handed to them if the homework wasn't done. "Come on...." He sighed, nudging them with his foot before chuckling weakly.