Draco was grinning as he knocked on the door of the Quidditch house (of course Draco had his own private residence, essential for his... studies) while fisting a large bottle of Springbank Whiskey-his favorite expensive, sweet and spicy drink.
Jackson heard a knock from the living room, where he had been taking a shot every time one of the Lithuanian beaters knocked an Australian player off their broom in the game he was watching. Conveniently in the living room of the Quidditch house was a large wooden table that nearly resembled a coffee table. With a simple spell, the table would transform into a small Quidditch pitch, perfectly reenacting the match in miniature, almost like a holograph.
Pausing the game mid-toss, Jackson broke himself away to answer the door. The boy smiled when he saw his new friend standing on the other side.
"You're just in time," he told him with a large grin, stepping aside to let Draco in.
"Lithuania is about to send three Australian players to the hospital."
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Plus, I'm not going anywhere....
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You actually drink? Shocking.
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You're not nearly entertaining enough to be looking for a drink.
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They should be in for a good night.
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Pausing the game mid-toss, Jackson broke himself away to answer the door. The boy smiled when he saw his new friend standing on the other side.
"You're just in time," he told him with a large grin, stepping aside to let Draco in.
"Lithuania is about to send three Australian players to the hospital."
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