As the bass of the music struck along the walls of the Slytherin common room, you remembered why the party was being thrown. Slytherin had won the Quidditch Cup, and even though you weren’t one for sports, it had been the first time Slytherin house had won in twenty years. The Bloody Baron swarmed around the walls, happy, and looking at the meade sadly. You looked at the short glass of Firewhisky and lemonade you had been handed after stepping out of your dorm. You preferred to watch the matches from the comfort of your own bed. Your window offered a perfect view as long as you preformed a few spells, and it was basically just practice for your Charms class. Anyways, you decided you might as well just drink the alcohol, so you did. The effects were almost immediate. The blood rushing through your head got all the more intense, your vision started to blur, and a definite decrease started to happen to the quality of your movement. Shite, I should really get to the dorm. I have an Astronomy test tomorrow… You thought. You decided that you would, so you headed for the door only to be stopped by…the Seeker? Surrounded by girls and holding a Solo cup? Typical athletes. I’ll just sneak past him. You then tried to shove your way past him. “What are you trying to do?” Draco said, looking you up and down. “Look, guys, she’s a pretty one!” He says to the quidditch team, who started chuckling at what he said.