Hogwarts Soap
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Viktor: Tristan topple off his seat. "Three!" he shouted. I started chugging down the firewhiskey, burning my throat.
I wasn't thinking correctly. My mind was muddled. I didn't mean to actually apparate into the fire pit.
"Aah!" Fred shouted, jumping out. "Sorry, sorry," I mumbled.
Viktor: The two apparatprs diverted my attention from the task at hand. "You- how- what?" -
I finished the first one, then grabbed a second glass, then a third, then a fourth.
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I grinned, watching Zair. "You're losing, Krum. Get back to drinking before Zair downs it all."
Viktor: I finished off the first glass and took a second. Halfway through my third I recognized defeat. "You win." I said. "Was this your first time with firewhiskey?" -
I slammed the fourth glass on the table. "Yeah."
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(Dude, can Zair have these:
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Viktor: I was impressed. "Four glasses in less than five minutes is an incredible feat."
I grinned while Fred picked through my hair, "looking for mini pixies". I swatted his hand away again, annoyed. "Fred I swear if you touch my head again I will have to explain to your mother why her son is missing a hand." -
"I guess snakes can't get drunk." I stated, shrugging.
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Viktor: "You're no snake." I smiled. "Not quite enough venom for that." I teased.
I forced a smile. Fred, still drunk from his five pints of firewhiskey, slung his arm around my shoulder. I stepped to the side, staring at the stars. "You need to get back to camp." I told him. "Your Dad might be getting worried."
"No, five more minutes."
I frowned, taking his arm. "I'll see you later, Zair, this drunkard needs to get back to his tent before he gets himself killed." -
(I'm going to sleep now. I'll come on tomorrow afternoon, two~ish.
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"You just haven't seen that part of me." I held up my wrist with my basilisk bracelet. "Watch." I stated. I narrowed my eyes. 'Move, my pets.' I hissed, almost inaudibly. The snakes started moving.
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(Nuuuu)
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Hey)
Viktor: "How did you do that? They look like plain metal." -
"Magic." I stated, smirking.
(Took you long enough) -
(Sorry, I had to pack for my trip tomorrow.)
Viktor: "It's good magic." I said. "Very good magic." -
"Thanks. Not a lot of people can do it. Viktor, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I have a drunk Weasley to carry back to the tent."
(Trip?)
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