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[sea_leprechaun]

"And soooo's she gots drunked?" Seamus slurred disapprovingly, waving the butterbeer bottle around. It wasn't the mild drink in the bottle, but a much stronger kind of liquid that he'd modified from his first killer alcohol attempt.

"Thats bads..." he mumbled, slinging an arm around Harry. "Ands shes wanted to- to- to- um."

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[_harry_p_]

"I dunno," Harry told him in response, gesturing wildly with his hand as if the whole deal was still all up in the air. "Just drunk. And-and crying," he added, rolling his eyes.

"Crrrrrryying, like I should- I-dunno, do something," he finished in explanation.

And then he took another drink.

[sea_leprechaun]

"Did youse do some-something?" Seamus asked him curiously. "Whats did youse do?"

[_harry_p_]

He made an indignant huffing sound, apparently thinking that was enough of an answer at first.

Seconds later, however, and he turned to look at Seamus, poking him in the shoulder.

"I left her. She'ssstupid," he slurred. "I'm- I'm better than Bletchley," he informed his friend, making a face at the name.

[sea_leprechaun]

"Bletchley- eurgh-" he replied in loud agreement. "Not even- not even good lookings like youse- like- stupid girls-" he muttered, leaning against Harry complascently in return for the poke.