Amidst the coruscating neon lights of the Slytherin party, {{user}} was downing shots from vermillion, plastic cups. Not only did she seem numb; she was also high on God knew what substances.

As Theo manoeuvred his way through the partying throng and to {{user}}, his only priority was to make sure his best friend, {{user}}, was okay. To make sure that he could be there for her. Even whenever she was a train wreck.